Yesterday is history, tomorrow a mystery and today a gift-that is why it is called the present.

Happy Memorial Day or as they say on the Camino, happy Monday. This is the 11th day of my journey and I have gone 151 miles. Only 349 to go!!  After 3 days of walking, I have parsed through the vineyards and am back in the wheat fields. Boy, do the Spanish love their bread. The scenery continues to be breathtaking. Until yesterday I could still see snow-capped mountains which the guidebook says exceed 2300 meters.  I'm not how high that is in feet, but snow is snow. 

Last night I slept in a 12 century Abby, on a mattress, on the floor. A first!!  

There were about 40 of us and we were served a communal meal of salad and pasta; and of course, bread and wine. Before dinner, each nation represented was asked to sing a song. The American contingent sang God Bless America. There were 11 countries around the table. A beautiful experience. 

In two days I will be in Burgos, one of the major cities on the Camino. I continue to do well with only minor issues with my toes. My little toenail fell off this afternoon. TMI. More later from the Camino.