I have now been walking for a month, and expect to walk for about the same.
I am at Santo Domingo de la Calzada, easing into the Meseta, which I will always consider as being the physical heart of the Camino, and as the core of the Camino as I love it most.
As a most delightful surprise, the two Spanish Pilgrims that I met on my first day out of Monaco, at Saint-Gilles near Arles after my train journey, are here, and it is joyous to see them again after a month of hiking.
These two brave young men started from Rome, and BTW walked through Monaco, so that it is a strong Sign to meet them now again here at my own symbolic half way point. There is a sense of fullness to this meeting along the Way, and a sense that we are not here simply walking on our own random and disconnected pathways.
This day feels like a renewal, and as somewhere to both continue and to start again, and like the end of the first part of my current Francès.
The Meseta awaits, and I feel an oncoming change in the weather.
The Toad awaits too, alongside his lovely wife, and tonight’s surprise encounter with these old friends here can surely only bode well for Moratinos …