1. Day 15. 
  2.  And La Meseta goes on… πŸ‘£πŸ‘£πŸ‘£πŸ‘£

Today we decided to take an alternative route to the Camino Frances which parallels it but takes you over what would have been an old ancient Roman route used by soldiers for both commerce and battle. The last 3rd of this route is generally believed to have been the oldest and one used by emperors and of course their many servants and soldiers. The route eventually hooks back up at the end Camino Frances.

We decided on this route because we knew it would be less traveled. We had heard that a number of people bus past this because ‘it’s boring’. We specifically chose it because of the silence it would offer and the opportunities to pray and meditate. No regrets with this decision. Like sitting and meditation it offered it’s moments of challenges.

Two storks greeting us as we leave for the days hike.

Again the vast Meseta and less traveled route.

Heading towards Carrion.

Still a ways to go.

Marc posing with St. James as we arrive in Carrion de los Condes.

Ed standing in front of our hostal, La Corte.

Main altar in Santa Maria, which was right outside our window.

Baptismal font in Santa Maria.

Ed, lighting a candle as we offered prayers for all our families and friends.

Day 16  Headed to Moratinos.

The Meseta seems endless. It’s funny how it works on you though and how your mind latches onto things arising in your mind, good and bad. Sometimes you stay on the surface. Sometimes you go deeper but not always because what you see there is very pleasant, especially if it’s about yourself.

Ed on the bridge over Rio Carrion.

Facade of Monastery of San Zoilo, originally a Cluniac Monastery and now a luxury hotel.

Sunrise on La Meseta.

Marker showing the beginning of the Via Aquitaine, one of the stretches of the Roman road.

Marc making his mark on La Meseta!

A lone and welcome rest stop.

Water, water and more water.

Sign for our albergue.

Albergue San Bruno our digs for the night.

Peregrinos relaxing San Bruno courtyard.

Day 17. Heading towards Calzadilla de los Hermanillos and yet MORE of La Meseta. πŸ‘£πŸ‘£πŸ‘£

I found myself thinking a good deal today and many days about Father Joseph my novice master in the monastery. I’ve come to regard La Meseta very much like the zafu cushion he gave me. It was in using the zafu that he imparted to me a deeper knowledge and understanding of meditation and contemplative prayer. There were days when I’d complain that my meditation was lousy. On other days that it was a good sit. Finally in exasperation he said to me in his thick Vietnamese accent,”Your only job is to get your behind on cushion. It not your job to judge. You just get on cushion, let God take care of the rest”. That has come back to me time and time again on Le Meseta and the whole Camino. I guess no matter my mood, aches, tiredness my only job is to just get up and be on my way. The rest is in God’s hands.

Preparing to enter Sahagun.

Ed makes another new friend. I decide to name her Dulcinea.

Arch of St. Benedict and to the right the Benedictine Convent, Monasterio de Santa Cruz.

A sight that reminds us both of our days at Spencer and our own two sheep Abraham and Sarah.

What else… more La Meseta.

Last fountain stop before Calzadilla.

We’ve finally arrived.

Albergue Via Trajana.

Ed with Steve from Scotland.