I woke up in another hotel. The privacy was nice. This was a cheap place for rest. It was very cool and crisp in the AM. I would imagine around 45 degrees at best. The stars were shining when I started the walk at 7:00. Like all days, the sunrise is spectacular. There is hope for warmth and the illumination creates a great landscape. I was thinking that there is only one person (Eugina) ahead of me that I have actually spoken too. Since we are a gigantic family, I know there are many friends ahead of me.
Before Burgos, she told me a story about a stranger making her a necklace. He asked her to pick a stone from his satchel. After choosing, he quickly wrapped some wire around the rock and added some rope with a clasp. He added a yellow arrow to the rock. I had regrets that I did not take a photo. I bet it will become her most prized piece of jewelry.
The clouds were low all day. With a good heave, my stick may be able to reach the dreaming.
About 32KM into the day, I came upon a small village, and saw Eugina sitting alone by the Albergue. We chatted for about 15 minutes and I got my photo of her necklace. I thought about staying, but decided to make another 8KM to Sahagun. It makes for a much better logistical day tomorrow.
If you ever wonder how little bags of black seeds make it to the mini-mart, I have the answer. The sunflowers are everywhere. I cannot remember a day without passing a field of these jewels. Most are dark, dying, and ready for harvest. Few are fresh and a vibrant yellow. All are very stiff and rigid with their faces pointing towards the ground. During the winds yesterday, a fresh field did a most enjoyable dance for me. Without any rhythm or synchronization they randomly swayed and bobbed. The only common movement was north to south in a manner similar to bowing. It was my chillgasm for the day.
In Palm Springs old people walk like penguins. In the evenings on the Camino, all people walk like penguins.