So, first of all, PLEASE DO SIGN MY PETITION!
If you follow my twitter caminos_spain, you will see some pictures there: maybe 500-year old olive trees waiting to be cut down in the name of progress and our thirst for more and more gasoline. Old houses and olive presses, instead of being renovated and made work on a new and evergrowing popular pilgrim route of Via de la Plata, where there are not enough facilities to accomodate those people that come here, to see the wonders of Spain, from all over the world, will be torn down. It is only mid-April, the holy year is here, this is the great chance for the region to reap income from us, and already there are not enough places to sleep. And this is what brings us here: not Pope Benedict, not abuses of the Church, not disregard for silly, to most pilgrims, beliefs, but Spain! The wondrous Spain! The one who managed to escape (so far) the fate of most other European countries.
I walked only 21km today, but counting for all that sliding and glinding and sinking and drowning and swimming back up to the top of the beautiful clay-like muddy, red, or cafe-con-leche, earth, was a wondrous experience that added some 7km to may walk, so
The town is beautiful, all white, very busy. And serve such good food. I had lunch at Meson Monterrey. In my broken Spanish, upon entry, I said: "Un Vasco hable que comio bien aqui," was greeted with lughter and taken into their dining room. Everything was delicious: soup, entree, and my dessert. And then a little shot of patxaran before going off to siesta. Ok, I should be going off to siesta.
One more thing: this must be the most beautiful Camino route. So far most agree.
Vale, siesta time.
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