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This morning I took the 6:50 bus from Burgos to Leon. Having skipped the Meseta by riding busses from Logrono to Leon, I chopped two hundred miles from my walk. I arrived in Leon about 9:00 and had breakfast (a quarter pounder with cheese, fries, and a Coke) at a McDonald's! I then found my way to the tightly organized Albergue Santa Maria de Carbajal, run by Benedictine sisters, which opened at 11:00.
Outside, I hung on the line the clothes in my bag that I earlier had packed away damp. I took a nap without showering, then figured out a walking plan for the rest of the trip. After a while, I showered, got back into my same purple shirt and light zip-off pants, then put on my Sanduk shoes and walked across the plaza for dinner.
I had a tortilla con potatas with pimentos and a glass of vino tinto with pinchos (pickled onions, olives, cucumbers, & carrots). Before going to bed, I sat in a large elm's shade outside La Santa Sed and tasted a milky, yeasty, Palomeres that was also from Leon.
This morning I took the 6:50 bus from Burgos to Leon. Having skipped the Meseta by riding busses from Logrono to Leon, I chopped two hundred miles from my walk. I arrived in Leon about 9:00 and had breakfast (a quarter pounder with cheese, fries, and a Coke) at a McDonald's! I then found my way to the tightly organized Albergue Santa Maria de Carbajal, run by Benedictine sisters, which opened at 11:00.
Outside, I hung on the line the clothes in my bag that I earlier had packed away damp. I took a nap without showering, then figured out a walking plan for the rest of the trip. After a while, I showered, got back into my same purple shirt and light zip-off pants, then put on my Sanduk shoes and walked across the plaza for dinner.
I had a tortilla con potatas with pimentos and a glass of vino tinto with pinchos (pickled onions, olives, cucumbers, & carrots). Before going to bed, I sat in a large elm's shade outside La Santa Sed and tasted a milky, yeasty, Palomeres that was also from Leon.
The bunks in the albergue were packed together so tightly that it was as if the woman to my right and I were sharing the same bed. I wished for her sake I had been in a better mood, but, sadly, I did not want to talk to her or anyone. I had noticed in the courtyard and at dinner that she seemed to be walking with her son who looked a year or two younger than mine.
I fell to sleep hoping to feel better in the morning.
I fell to sleep hoping to feel better in the morning.
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