Just a few photos from our walk to Astorga. It was a short walk, ending with a man playing his guitar and singing a great Spanish sounding song. He was right in front of a fifth century cross. My feet were tired, but they were given the energy to dance by his music.
The bed was at the top of a long climb. I'd call the owner a happy man. He ran "our house", and had a cart filled with all kinds of drinks and snacks for donation. I had three glasses of lemon water and 2 graham crackers and a banana. It was heaven.