Two years ago today, I was walking the Camino Frances. While on the trail, I didn’t really post all that often; therefore, for the next 38 days, I will be posting a little blurb from my journal and up to 10 photos (not necessarily the best pictures but more that they represent that day in some particular way). It’s kind of like a little memorial as for me, the season of spring is now irrevocably linked to the Camino experience. Today is day 24 – May 14th. Leon to Villar de Mazarife

Breakfast in the Parador was glorious. I ate: hardboiled eggs, Iberian ham, cheeses, bread, jam in little pots, fruit (papaya, pineapple, and strawberries), bacon, café con leche, mango juice, and hot chocolate. I was supremely unhappy when my stomach refused to take in any more. …

Today’s walk went from urban to countryside with very scrubby brush. About a kilometer to Villar, I saw a pilgrim way ahead of me almost get run over by a car (the trail at this point was the road). The pilgrim was forced off the road into the ditch – I don’t know if the car did it on purpose as the incident could have happened right where there were a few potholes. But I hadn’t been close enough to see if the potholes really were a factor. …

Once in Villar, I walked inside the albergue and saw a bunch of different aged men staring back at me. Finally the guy behind the bar said “albergue?” and I said “si”. After signing in and ignoring the men still staring at me, I found my room and did the usual ablutions. …

Not much here, in Villar de Mazarife. I found a lovely isolated woods with a path but as I wandered it, I got this really strange weird feeling so I didn’t walk much of it. Maybe it was just the silence and isolation punctuated only by cuckoo birds and the rustling of heavy breezes through leaves. Maybe not. …

When I got back to the albergue to find out what time dinner was, I heard someone call my name. I turned around and this guy says he got my name from Father Michel, an 80-something priest I sometimes see along the Way. The guy was sitting with another guy and a woman. He turned out to be an Irish priest named Derek. The woman was Claire from Australia and the other guy, Johny, was from Ireland as well. I ended up having dinner and chatting with them for the rest of the evening. Johny kept trying to get a rise out of Derek by saying he’s going to do the online ordination to become a priest himself…