Fri 9 Oct - Day 25: León rest day
471km walked. 314km left to walk (no change from yesterday)
Ahhh... Such a nice relaxing morning. I woke up before 6am and after mucking around for a while, I went back to sleep until after 7am. Yes, sheer luxury.
Breakfast, Internet and doing a bit of packing / repacking and before you know it, time was 9.30am. Time to move the sorry backside...
The below town verification is just outside my hostel. A selfie and I will remember where I was too.
Even at 9.30am it was fricking cold out there. I was definitely underdressed with my hiking shirt and fleece. A third layer and gloves would not have gone astray.
Plaza Mayor below was pretty quiet in the morning but preparations are underway for whatever the festival is for. The building here is the original 17th century barque town hall.
The name León by the way is not derived from lion although you may think so given the depictions of lions everywhere.
No, León comes from legion as it used to be a Roman military garrison and base for its VIP legion. At least, that is the explanation from my guide book.
This is the place to do that. The local monastery. I had an odd conversation with a nun who eventually wandered down the building somewhere and came back with...
... a second credential book, identical to my first book. Bring on the sillos.
I joined forces with a fellow pilgrim who sat on the square and checked it all out.
The lobby looks like this:
This is one of the breakout areas, for drinks and relaxation.
The Parador building also houses Museo San Marcos, once presumably a place of worship for that military order.
It looked like you could still make a confession here. There was somebody sitting inside that confession booth where the lights are, waiting for business? I didn't have anything to confess today so I gave it a miss.
The same promenade that I flaneured on yesterday continues all the way to the Parador so I strolled it back.
9th of October was actually today's date. Do they somehow change the grassed date every day?
Time was approaching "menú del día" time so I strolled back to Plaza Grano opposite the monastery for lunch. I sat underneath the right umbrella below.
A generous half a liter of wine was included...
I am beginning to understand the Spanish lifestyle. If you are continually drink that much wine in the middle of the day, you need a siesta.
Later, I had dinner with Marg and Win. We were due to meet outside their hostel at 7pm but they were late so I had a beer across the road while waiting. Selfie:
The ceiling was somewhat low. Of course I hit my head. But only once.
Dirt cheap as tapas was free if you ordered drinks. We ordered 2 rounds of drinks; 4 vino Tinto and 2 Baileys which was Win's preferred choice. All in all it cost 10.60€.
But on top of that you got free tapas.
This was the first tapas plate for us three to share:
The week long Leon festival was in full
swing, celebrating the local Saint (that was the way it was explained to me; every region has a local Saint and the Saint is celebrated one week per year).
A book sale or book exchange formed part of the celebrations.
I have planned a long 32km walk tomorrow. I feel that I need to get some mileage behind me as rain is then forecast for the next two days.