Najera was a beautiful small city and appeared to be rather affluent. Not overly friendly to pilgrims though.

The next day started off wet.

As the clouds began to break up, there were beautiful views where the sun would poke through and illuminate a given spot.

A path that never seemed to end led to Another 12+ mile day.

As always, there were interesting sights along the way.

Not pictured is the town of Ciruena. It appeared to be a resort town with a Golf Club and hundreds of condos. What made it interesting was there were almost no people. As we approached the center, you felt like you were being watched and the Zombies would soon start pouring out of all the doorways. We were glad to make it safely through town and to our luxurious accommodations in Sto Domingo.

The town is famous for a miracle that happened centuries ago were two chickens on a dinner plate were brought back to life (a long story). So the Pope has decreed that this church must always maintain two live chickens. It’s a Catholic thing.

Our best meal of the trip came that night at an unassuming side walk cafe. Our host Alian served us off the menu items he had created that were out of this world. He seemed to enjoy our company and keep us hanging around with offers of Tequila shots and a floral liquor made in the region.

We knew we were in for another long day as we had 15 miles to cover. Hopefully the last that exceed 12 miles. luckily the wet weather was moving out.

As we left the last village before our destination of Belorado, we were passed by a dog coming from that village and leading the way. We lost contact with him until we stopped to eat at a restaurant 3 miles out. There he was so of course we had to share.

As we left the waiter shooed him away and he headed back from whence he came. It seemed like this was his daily routine.

A side note, as we left Becky noticed a wallet were a German fellow had been drinking a beer , but he was long gone so we left it with owner of the restaurant and continued on the last three miles.

As we entered our destination for the night, we saw a man rushing out of an albergue patting his pockets. I caught his attention and he recognized us from the restaurant. he asked if we might of seen his “money box“. He was relieved that it was safe, even if it meant a six mile round trip walk.