The Beauty of the Meseta
It is as if we went to bed one night in a familiar Spain and woke up in a different country. As we enter the meseta everything feels and looks different. The rich, fertile farmlands are replaced with a pale soil which seems only to be able to nourish the basic of crops...wheat, hay, and an occasional oat. Our weather has changed as if someone had flipped a switch. We have blustery winds and copious rain. We are happy...
I think the thing that surprises me the most is that out in the middle of nowhere there are these oasis of places that harbor the kindest people and lovely communities. We are cared for by all we come in contact with...as if the only reason they are along this way is to help us in some way. We met a woman along the road who offered us fresh fruit and chocolate. No cost...leave what we can. We hugged each other as if we had known each other for ever and then we were on our way.
We stayed in a lovely farmhouse in Hornillos and the owner gave us fresh fruit and vegetables from his garden. It was a most beautiful gift.
We will continue in this area until we reach Leon. We could be there in a week or so. Until then we are savoring the the beauty that is this area. Hours to think of you...Buen Camino.
I think the thing that surprises me the most is that out in the middle of nowhere there are these oasis of places that harbor the kindest people and lovely communities. We are cared for by all we come in contact with...as if the only reason they are along this way is to help us in some way. We met a woman along the road who offered us fresh fruit and chocolate. No cost...leave what we can. We hugged each other as if we had known each other for ever and then we were on our way.
We stayed in a lovely farmhouse in Hornillos and the owner gave us fresh fruit and vegetables from his garden. It was a most beautiful gift.
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