Since Burgos we have settled back into the routine.

Set the alarm based on when breakfast will be available.

Get up and doctor the feet.

Finish getting ready, grab a bite and start walking.

If early enough, snack at the first town, eat lunch at the second, bought or improvised, and try to arrive between 2:00 and 3:00 so you can hand wash the days clothes and have a shot that they will be dry the next day.

Then it is time for a beer and planning session for that evening and the next day.

The Meseta gives you a lot of time to think because there is not a lot to look at or take pictures of. Leaving out of the great hostel we stayed at in Calzadilla de la Cueza , there was a fairly heavy fog until the sun started to burn it off

The fog soon returned and the road split : the traditional route or a slightly longer more scenic route. Two others we were with chose the scenic route and we followed. Unfortunately the fog came back thicker than ever so it was not as scenic as advertised.

I was able to walk for quite a while with our Clemson friend we had originally met a week or two ago. A truly nice human being. Best of all he follows college sports and not the NFL, so I think I was able to convince him Dallas WILL win the Super Bowl this year.

As Sahagun came into sight, there is a park marking the halfway point; roughly 400 kilometers or 250 miles.

We arrived in time to receive our official documents commemorating this accomplishment; only 4 euro each.

Then it was time to get back to the routine

Sahagun is a fairly large city with some impressive wall art and sights.

The forecast for leaving Sahagun was for 100% rain until at least 10:00. Fortunately the front passed through earlier than planned and with just a little delay, the sky was clearing by the time the bridge to the city was crossed.

The temp had dropped to the mid 50’s and the headwind was a steady 17 mph with gusts to 25. The relatively short planned day of 10 miles ( turned out to be 11, it is always longer than planned. ) was made more difficult by the wind. But the sunshine did lend itself to more pictures, there was just no a lot to shoot.

As El Burgo Ranero came near I spotted what I thought was the church steeple, which is a good indicator of city center. Unfortunately it turned out to be something else.

Finally a glimpse of the steeple at the edge of town. See if you can find it.

Once we arrive at the hostel Becky negotiates for the beers and the routine continues.

Two more days and we triumphantly walk into León.