2014 Camino Francés

Day 22: Villar de Mazarife to Astorga

July 11, 2014
plaza surrounded by restaurants and ancient buildings

But the beauty is in the walking — we are betrayed by destinations.” ― Gwyn Thomas

 

Route: Villar de Mazarife to Astorga
Distance: 30.5 km (21.1mi)
Albergue: Albergue de Peregrinos Siervas de María
Notes: There was another route many other pilgrims took this day that apparently kept them on the highway most of the day. Fortunately, my walking companion, Agostine, and I were in the countryside all day. (I believe most pilgrims began at Villadangos and then, arriving at Hospital de Orbigo, took the route that stayed along the highway.)

We left at 0545. Beautiful morning star.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 


The geography and temperature changed abruptly within
100 yards. We could tell we were no longer on the Meseta.

 


We arrived here at 0750 and went into town for a coffee at an albergue where there was only one peregrino. Next Camino I will stay in the small villages more often.


Villavante


Villavante


Hospital de Órbigo


Hospital de Órbigo


Old fashioned irrigation

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Abandoned umbrella


View of Astorga from the cross on the hill


Entering town


Agostine and Gabriel.


Astorga!


Lunch on the plaza: Gabriel, Agostine, and ?
Lunch: Agostine (Spain) and Christina (Korea)


Cocido Maragato. Specialty of the region: basically a plate
of different types of meat. I passed on this one.


Lunch on the plaza: Gabriel, Christina, Agostine, and ?


“Smoking gravely harms your health and
the health of those around you.” I like it.


Gaudi’s Episcopal Palace. I thought it looked like a Disney castle.
Laundry drying at the Albergue de Peregrinos Siervas de María
Albergue de Peregrinos Siervas de María
Albergue de Peregrinos Siervas de María
Public park


Albergue de Peregrinos Siervas de María
First night meeting the Mexican soccer team.
Albergue de Peregrinos Siervas de María
Albergue de Peregrinos Siervas de María. After 5 minutes of watching the boys flirt with my German roommates, I told them to exchange information on Facebook so we could all go to bed. Hence the phones…
Johanna from Germany


Joana from German. This was the first night I met these darling girls. A day or two later, they left a message for me on a rock, which sadly I didn’t see but many of my friends did…”Did you see the message for you on a rock?”
Video: End of the day in the albergue, 70-something Gabriel, my walking companion that afternoon, finding a humorous way to let the Mexican boys they have 10 more minutes to flirt with my young German roommates.

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