Boanerges Early morning on the way out of Melide. Some charmingly overgrown buildings. Guarding his misty field. In addition to running up to greet me, this guy bestowed upon me the purest expression of feline affection: the parting ankle-swipe. Another Galacian pastoral tableau. It’s hard to tell without an obvious
Octopizza Triacastela's church. If you look under the alcove in the middle section you will see shallow relieves of the no-longer-present castles. A defunct fountain in the woods on the way out of Triacastela. Passing through Sarria is something of a milestone, as it means you are in the
Here’s What We’re Gonna Do I ended up hanging out with a lot of black cats in Molinaseca. This guy was lounging outside my albergue, and was happy to get pets despite clearly being an inveterate scrapper. The smaller cat in this image was hanging out by my chair, enjoying the occasional scritch, while I
Two Butterflies Some early morning shots of Santa Maria de Astorga. (Audrey Hepburn on a fire escape with a weird head-wrap) Carrot cake from a cafe in (I believe) Santa Colomba de Somoza. A basking cat on the way out of town. A church in Rabanal del Camino. I was going to
The Leon's Share A vista from between Mansilla and Leon. Crossing the walls to Leon’s old city. A street fair viewed from another section of Roman walls. Gaudi’s Casa Botines (r) and Leon’s seat of provincial government from the same section of wall. One of my phone’s camera lenses
Hands-On Experience Looking back on the way out of Moratinos. The chapel from an old monastery approaching Sahagun. The monastery’s former gate. Passing through Sahagun. I took an alternate route after Sahagun, opting to branch off at a town called Calzada del Coto to follow the Roman road. That put me
(Kansas Voice) Carrion de Los Condes A little chapel on the way out of Fromista: The portal of Santa Maria la Blanca in Villacazar de Sirga: Some sort of tower on the way out of Villacazar: What appear to be municipal silos on the way into Carrion de Los Condes, where I put up. After feeling
A Little Whining Leaving Castrojeriz involved walking up a massive hill pretty promptly. Here's a view back at the city on the way up. Here is the way west on the other side of a little meseta. Bridge and view from bridge heading towards Itero de la Vega Canal lock outside
Happy Birthday Brett Anderson, I Guess This is what I get for being this way. Here are some charming cows I saw on the way into San Juan de Ortega on Friday. Burgos is big enough that even before you hit its suburbs, there is a fairly dense collection of villages surrounding it. I stayed in
Through the Goose Mountains Dawn after departing Azofra: Sliding through a series of tubes into Santo Domingo de la Calzada: I stopped for some refreshments in ol’ Santo Domingo, and if you want to know the state of culture I sipped my coffee to Blue https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_(Da_Ba_
Rioja Here is Iglesia de Santo Sepulcro at Torres del Rio, which is apparently a sort of miniature of Jerusalem's Church of the Holy Sepulchre. It is, if we're being honest, more interesting to consider than it was to visit. Here is a truly stunning cat I
Setting Off Just a pause for a night cat, who I photographed the evening of the previous entry: Dawn on the way out of Pamplona: If you can squint you can see how looking east off a bridge earlier, the sky looked exactly like the cover of Quarter Moon in a Ten
Photos Early Travel Report The face of someone who has to leave: Your man loves a real subway. My hotel in Madrid was in a neighborhood where you had this separated from this by a giant freeway with a transit mall under it, leading to suspect that it had been Robert Moses-ed at some
Photos Oh oh oh oh oh I left early to avoid Chev breaks snarling at me as I stumbled 'cross the road. Night slides speak to man's inhumanity to man: Now I'm in SF admiring their birds.
Weather The Weather It is, according to my phone, thundering in Saint-Antonin-Noble-Val. I have been there in the rain, although I don't think I ever caught a thunderstorm. It makes me whistful. It seems silly that I'm going to head off to Europe for over a month without dropping
