Last night in the hostel I met Zavier, who lives in Madrid. We decide to cycle together today.
I enjoy his company, he is very upbeat, speaks a little english, and loves to talk to locals. He is not used to cycling though and is pretty sore, so we ride slow and talk.
Zavier. We are about to descend into this village.
What fun to wind through the hills and come across a village.
This was a hospital and a church that spanned the pilgrims path in the 14th century.
Zavier descending into another village.
I took a picture then it toppled. Sorry.
Zavier and I in front of Iglesia de San Martin dating from the 11th century that was done in the romantic style. Much simpler and more proportional.
San Martin interior. Plain simple, clean. So many churches intimidate you with the scale and majesty, this one is warm and welcoming.
San Martin details. There are over 300 of these individuals. They are believed to have been familiar to people of the time, and referred to commonly known stories or myths.
We are checked into a church hostel in a very small rural town. We walk around town at night and come across the hot spot: A group of old men playing dominoes. Other than this there is no-one on the streets, no cars, hardly any lights. What a unique experience these days have been!
Thanks for riding with me,