A steep climb up and down the plateau gives way to Spain’s Meseta, a landscape that is a total masterpiece. My photos don’t do it justice. Breathtaking vistas that stretched on for miles thanks to a clear, cool, and sunny day. I’d walk it again tomorrow if I could.
Today I moved into the province of Palencia, abundant with rivers and canals that irrigate the deep brown soil out from which sprouts wheat, vegetables, and vineyards.
The track I started on this morning was laid 2,000 years ago by the Romans (see photos, down hill toward city and low stone bridge). People have been journeying on it everyday since. Stop and think about that—FEEL it!
So many people who live along the Way dedicate themselves to it, and the pilgrims who walk it. Every day I, and countless others, are recipients of that dedication. Every day.
The Way, if you want it to be, is just as much and inner journey as an outer one.
