Camino Day 23: León to San Martín del Camino

Distance traveled: 25.4 km

This was my least favorite day of walking on the Camino. But take heart: it involves a choice of routes, and I chose wrong! You can avoid my experience on your own Camino.

Adam and I headed out of town at the usual starting time. There was quite a bit of the city to get through on the way out; we passed this statue of a pilgrim in a plaza:

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And then got treated to this view as we crossed the river:

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During the short stretches when the Camino goes through big cities like this, it’s inevitably not going to look as romantic as it does 95% of the time. The picture below is a good illustration (though we did get a rainbow!).

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About 90 minutes out of town, the route forks, and pilgrims can choose to follow the original Camino route (what I did) or to follow a more modern route (which Adam did). I’d followed the original route all this time and felt that it was worth continuing; Adam had gone the original route on his first Camino and wanted to see what the other way was like. Saying good-bye to each other after having spent so much time together was strange, even though we were pretty certain we’d reunite again soon!

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Apparently around León, people would prefer to think the province was just called León, not Castilla y León…

With the brief exception of 10 minutes walking through a wooded area, the rest of my walk that day was right on a main highway. Sometimes we walked on a sidewalk; sometimes we walked on the actual side of the road. It never felt dangerous but definitely wasn’t pleasant, particularly when trucks drove past. This was the first time I attempted to listen to music and podcasts to tune out my surrounding environment.

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When I arrived in San Martín del Camino, I saw that once again the cast of Camino characters had been mostly reshuffled in León. Mark stayed at my albergue that night, but his was the only familiar face. I met a Brazilian girl named Lila, a British guy named Peter, and a young American named Chad, all of whom would reappear along the rest of the route. We had a pleasant communal meal in our albergue that evening and then went to bed a bit earlier than usual. Rain was forecast for the next day, starting around mid-morning, so I decided it was worth getting an early start.

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