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| Castles appear on hills everywhere! |
Factoring in our breaks we’re moving along at an average pace of 2.5 mph, so the
geographic landscape slowly unfolds before us. After traversing mountain passes
in the Pyrenees, we moved into the limestone foothills and gently undulating vineyards
in the provinces of Navarra and La Rioja.
We crossed the wide Rio Ebro river valley, then ascended the
Montes de Oca. This delivered us onto the high plains of the Meseta, a massive geologic
formation that covers central Spain.
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| Rolling landscapes of the Meseta |
Books we read had prepared us to be bored by the Meseta’s treeless landscape. But instead we’ve been fascinated by the Meseta’s endless rolling vistas of yellow, green, and brown fields with enormous cloud formations
billowing across wide blue skies. We feel so tiny, a speck on the landscape
moving along at ant’s pace.
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| Ning perseveres.... |
A couple of days ago we experienced the fury of Spain’s high
plains. We spent seven hours leaning into cold, howling Meseta winds, which
whistled so loudly we had to yell or sign to each other. The force of the wind relentlessly
opposed every step that we took and nearly brought Ning to tears. She persevered,
a Camino lesson about tapping into inner strength. The warrior princess comes
out when called.
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The wind doesn't show in this photo...
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Ahead of us we still have many more days of walking across the
Meseta. When we leave the high plains we’ll clamber over another range of
mountains on our way to Santiago de Compostela.
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| Clouds on the Meseta... |
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| The path seems endless....note tiny pilgrims. |
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| Morning mist on the Meseta |
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| There are more mountains in our future. |
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| Wind mills dot the landscape throughout Spain |
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| These guys just watch us walk by... |
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