Onward to Granon

It was a magical  as we left Azofra in the dawn of the morning. The hills were misty and the light of the sun was diffused by the clouds as it rose. The fields painted quite a picture with the reddish brown of ploughed fields, golden hues of wheat stubble and the green of the grape vines and hedge rows. There were also small poppies sprouting along the road side.

We ran across two enterprising young men who were offering goods to the peregrinos as we crested a steep hill. They had written a sign that said they were out of work due to the economy in Spain. They also offered homemade bread and jam. There was no charge but they were grateful for donations. Not long after that we reached a town that was virtually a ghost town. There were blocks of apartment complexes that have been abandoned and we saw one car and one elderly man as we passed through at 9:00 am.

We are now in Granon and staying at a monastery. It is the first time that we have to sleep on mats on the floor. Each mat sits snugly against the next one so it will be a cosy night.