A charming, solitary (I saw no one) walk along poorly marked paths. This one passed through an almost entirely empty (and soulless) housing complex. Such an eerie, perplexing site that clearly no one wants to move to.
The dirt has changed from brown to deep red, characteristic of the Rioja region—renowned for its wines and friendly atmosphere (both true in my experience).
My hostel hosts received me with such warmth! They talked me into having a late breakfast with them in their indoor garden.
I was mesmerized by the cathedral in SD, especially the altarpiece with live chickens in it (see photo, top right, squint). I think cathedrals are amazing. But for whatever reason, I seek out the small churches to pray in.
Another manageable walk tomorrow, likely with a bit of rain. Looking forward to it. Rain helps me think.
