Day 11

We woke up in Foncebadón and decided we would eat breakfast in the next city, so we started walking right away. There were some beautiful views. 

After 2 km of walking, we arrived at La Cruz de Ferro, a cross where pilgrims leave a rock they carried from home. It is symbolic of lightening some burden through walking the camino. 

Here I am with my Virginia rock.

Mark with his Utah rock. 

Before I threw it onto the pile: 

It was a very peaceful place. I was glad to be there early in the morning. 

So many rocks and so many pilgrims. 

From there we walked another 2 km to Manjarin, where we had planned to stop for breakfast. It turns out Manjarin is mostly a town of ruins. According to our guidebook, which we looked a after the fact, it has a population of 1 person, who we met when he stamped my pilgrim's passport. 

The very small town did have these cool signs pointing to different place in the world. 

Needless to say there was nowhere to eat breakfast, so we continued on another 7 km to Acebo. 

The landscape continued to be stunning along the way. 

And the napolitana in Acebo did not disappoint. 

We continued on planning to stop again in 10 km. 

I met these two German fellows who said they learned about the camino from a German comedian who did it and wrote a book about walking it. 

We passed through one more town, Riego de Ambrós, on our way to our final destination. 

There was a big commotion near the end of the town and the start of a more rugged trail. Apparently just 30 minutes prior a man had broken his leg not far down the path. 

We followed the medical team that came in an ambulance down and saw him be put on a stretcher and carried back up the path. 

He had simply slipped on some wet rocks on the path and broke his leg. We were very careful on the path after seeing that. 

We walked for a while with our Australian friend Peter and a new Irish friend named Michael Jordan. He told mark that it was his name first. 

The scenery stayed beautiful. 

And the town of Molinaseca, where we are staying tonight, was also beautiful. 

We found an albergue and had dinner and then relaxed by the river. 

That is, I relaxed by it while Mark walked around in it. He claims it felt good to ice his tired feet.