There is an abundance of history in Spain that it can sometimes be mind blowing to take in but I will tell you a tale about the town we are in today, Santo Domingo de la Calzada. In days of yore, there was a German lad walking with his parents to Santiago when they stopped at an inn in Santo Domingo de la Calzada. The innkeepers daughter immediately fell in love with the lad but the feeling wasn’t mutual. So the girl placed a silver goblet in his bag and then accused him of theft. He was immediately hung for his crime. His saddened parents continued to Santiago and on their return decided to visit their son’s grave. They were astonished to see their son still alive in the gallows. He said that Santo Domingo (the saint) brought him back to life. His parents quickly rushed to the Mayor’s house who was eating his dinner at the time and explained the miracle asking for their son’s freedom. The Mayor said that the boy was as alive as his chicken dinner upon which the chickens came alive and crowed. To this day there is a live hen and a rooster kept in the church to remind everyone of the towns miracle.
More miraculous was that the rain hovered around us on the 20km walk today and we managed to stay dry.
I started off at 6.40am this morning again walking alone as Tania will be catching the bus for the next few days to Burgos and hopefully will begin walking from there. I met a Mexican girl now living in Hong Kong and deciding her future direction on the Camino. I also walked with a few favorites- Leo from Holland and Roy from London. Arriving alone at 11.15am to be met by Tania.
We again have booked into the main albergue with 162 of my fellow pilgrims for the princely some of 7 Euro. Washing done, showered and fed and now resting with everybody in the common room.
Life is simple on the Camino.