October 3, 2026 – Musings, Magic, San Miguel and More

Up before dawn in Fromista, a town with no there there, from what I could tell. Happy to move on.

Like a Peregrino pro, my bag was ready to lift and run with barely a zipper squeak to awaken my neighbors.

Open the front door and … FLASH! KABOOM! The sky erupted in fireworks and drizzle.

My only shot in the dark, just before crossing a train bridge, just outside Fromista.

Back inside I was able to whip out my backpack condom for the first time. And it fit perfectly.

Of course, there was no more rain. Well hardly any. It began to come down just as I was steps from tonight’s lodging, the 90-bed convent Espíritu Santo in Carrion de Los Condos.

The sisters are marvelous, greeting each damp peregrino as if he or she were the first of the day. Many beds but spacious accommodations. And for your 10 euros, you get a Miraculous Conception medallion to wear around your neck.

My first coffee break came a half-hour after leaving Fromista. All over the cafe were placards with the number “58” written large.

“The number 58 looks like a spiderweb,” explained the owner. “They scare the flies away.”

Well, I’ll say this, there were no flies.

If you try it, let me know how well it works!

This walk was quick and easy, 13 miles over moderately flat country terrain. Mostly beside a highway, but with several villages and a riverwalk to add variety.

I’m going to fill in the rest as a picture essay because there is a Mass with Gregorian chant in an hour. My favorite music.

Leaving Población, we were given the option of a river trail or a walk beside the highway.

Duh.

I was with two of my favorite companions — Stephen from Ireland and Eduardo from Chile.

Stephen found a right with three blue stones several days ago and he has been running around like it was a glass slipper, trying to find the owner.

Greta from Slovenia was sitting beside the river trail and …. The ring fit her perfectly!

Later, Greta told me the turquoise color of the stones matches the river Reka Soca, near which she used to live in Slovenia.

“I can’t wait to call my husband and tell him I am not engaged!” She added.

Leaving the river trail, we passed through some quiet and rather damp villages. There was a Celtic cross out in a field not far from the trail.

One more shot from the alternate river trail.

We stopped for a second cup of coffee at a cafe owned by a hilarious Brazilian gentleman. If you declined sugar with your coffee, he pulled out his blunderbuss pistol and said, “Are you sure you don’t want sugar??”