Ledigos to Bercianos to Mansilla du los Mulas to Leon and a few towns in between. 43.5 miles in 3 days.

In the darkness it can be hard to see the yellow directional arrows or clam shell designs in the sidewalk as you navigate leaving a town. The larger cities can be particularly difficult. Ledigos is a small town but this morning more than several pilgrims wandered around together with headlamps on, lighting the streets to find the correct path. The slow pace allowed me enough time for taking pictures of the ancient buildings we passed while leaving Ledigos. It was a cold morning again but the thin strip of light in the distant horizon promised a beautiful dawn and warmer temperatures. The sun rose at 8:08 and an hour later we had reached Martinos, a little town with a population of 30. Though most of the town was silent we did pass 3 gentlemen unloading horses. I quickly took some pictures of them putting saddles on then hurried to catch up to Carolyn. In just a few minutes we were walking down a gravel road past wheat fields on both sides. The three riders on horseback approached from behind and we let them pass. The scene seemed out of a movie set taking me back to another time. We would see them again in Sahagun, but first we planned to stop for breakfast 1.5 miles away in another small town, San Nicolas. At the cafe there an artist had set up a table and for a donation would put a wax stamp on your Camino credential passport. Some of the stamps you get are really special but the wax ones are treasured. We went inside the cafe only to see our friend Beth from Tennessee had stopped here as well. We had breakfast together.



I mentioned before that the Meseta had been busier than we had envisioned when planning this camino, but today it was not except for at the cafes. Beth left before us and we walked alone. It was a welcome change for the two of us. The flat land that has been our only path for two weeks is ending as we enter the Province of Leon which is not only more populated but more conducive for growing grapes and other plants and trees. Sahagun is about 4 miles away and then we will go on to Bercianos for the night.
Sahagun is a very interesting city with about 2800 residents. We arrived a little too early for lunch but noticed a marvelous bakery just as we entered the city. They had creme filled pastries that tasted so good, I couldn’t resist taking more for later. Beth stopped here as well and agreed it was exceptionally delicious. We also saw the horseback riders again pass through the city. It was quite a scene even for the residents.The city itself has a much different feel from anything we have seen before today. It just seemed much larger than you would think. Historically it goes back to the 3rd century. The architecture is no doubt influenced by the Moors from Africa but I have read that much of it comes from the period when the Christians reconquered Spain. Much of the construction was made out of brick with ornate geometric patterns and glazed ceramic tiles instead of stone. Supposedly it is the best example of mudejar architecture in Spain. Most of which has not survived as the town was destroyed and rebuilt many times. Something about this city fascinated me more than any other so far. We visited the ruins and museum but there was not enough time to fully appreciate all the city had to offer. This is another part of the trip I will revisit once back at home. We are half way to Santiago, a fact that is hard to comprehend because on the one hand we have walked 250 miles but then again we still have 250 to go. It is in Sahagun that pilgrims who started in St. Jean can receive a Half Way Compostela. I could have as well, but wanted to spend the little time I had exploring the sites.
A mile outside the city we crossed a Roman bridge over the river Cea which had been reconstructed in the 11th and 16th centuries. We were excited by what we experienced in Sahagun and yet our tired feet had 5.5 miles more to walk this day, so we needed to move on. Our accommodations tonight, to our dismay, would be sleeping in separate bunks and upper bunks at that. It was the only place available and the beds are first come first serve. We decided on an early dinner in the bar which was very satisfying, showered then played some cards before settling into our bunks for an early bedtime. Tomorrow 16.7 miles to Mansilla de las Mulas, another fascinating town built and rebuilt into the side of a hill overlooking rio Esla…















































































































