In Spain, Holy Monday is a national holiday, marking the last day of Holy Week. Everyone has the day off from work and it’s used as one more occasion to get together with family and friends and celebrate. I’m in a small village with only about 2,000 inhabitants. During the Middle Ages, this was an important stop for the pilgrims, with 14 hospitals established to aid the pilgrims. At one time, over 10,000 people lived here. Now, it’s got a quieter atmosphere. I’ve got a longer walk tomorrow, almost 17 miles. There are very few rest stops or water sources on this part of the meseta. All of the literature advises the pilgrims to have plenty of water and snacks with them for this walk. A word on the meseta….the impression I had before I entered it was that it was this barren, boring landscape. It’s anything but that. I’ve taken a few pictures, but they don’t do justice to the expansive landscape and beauty of the land. It’s an ocean of green. Yes, it’s flat and nearly treeless, but that carries with it, its own beauty. No pictures to share today.
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