Day 20 walking the Camino. We went back to the well when we hit Leon; we checked into the Parador. Its an old 12th Century monastery - can you believe rooms here start from 39 euros? Kevin was devastated because I was three years off getting the 30 percent discount for 55 year olds.
Me Viewing the carcophogus.
I'll wager they havent had punters as smelly and dusty as us in a while. Heres me and mi hermana arriving.
Look at our room- it was actually four rooms ..this was just one of them..
Here was our view of the Edward Scissormanos gardens:
My sister Pietra got a canopy bed if you please. Behold!
We took turns swanning down the stairs, seemed wrong not to. Pietra first. Oops she's veered off to the bar. They serve veritable goblets of gin and tonic here. Of course the Spaniards sip slowly in a very civilized manner... Not saying we didnt, but we might have had two. The quinine in the tonic wards off scurvy you understand.
Now me in my pyjamas-transitional evening wear. Also wearing socks by themselves as my bilbao baggins shoes were left behind somewhere weeks ago. Works in a mediaeval way, dont you think?
This is one of 200 historic building converted into hotels and run by the government. The monks and the Knights Templar used to shelter pilgrims here. Did you know back in that time monks could have families? The only reason vows of celibacy were imposed by the Pope was because he didn't want the offspring to inherit the wealth of the church.
During the Franco era dissidents and artists were interned here.
Pietra and Kevin. Hake and lamb for dinner
Kevin needs to Rest Ice etc. his shinsplints so he will hole up here for a few days. Pietra and I will carry on.
Sounds nice but actually the old hubstar is devastated; getting up and walking everyday has become addictive.
Kevin reckons the physio likened him to a thoroughbred racehorse.... Well, there was some mention of a horse anyway.
In home news, Cy, 10, says he's running for class president. Yay! Harley, 16, emailed to say he has been appointed President..of the school BBQ club. Every month he will helm a massive cook-up of assorted meats and sell them to students for lunch - proceeds go to charity.
Truthfully, learning how to properly BBQ may be the best thing he learns at high schooll. Do you agree or have I gone trail crazy?