What a delightful night in Lorca at the ‘refugio’ owned by a Spaniard and his Korean partner where we  dined with an American  man, a German man, a Swedish man and a lovely younger American couple. We mostly solved home brewing issues in the world and reflected on our journeys so far, the couple were especially interested in my blog and photos. His step dad has Parkinsons and has my blog address so happy if you want to post a message or email me on williamjsboag@gmail,com, it would be great to talk to you. Lorca by the way is named after arguably Spain’s greatest poet, initially concentrating on the native gypsies and Flamenco which he helped revive, but later spread his pen to New York to increase  his poetic breadth. Iit was special to be reminded of him.

We walked on what are now becoming familiar white gravel lanes through enchanting medieval villages, (usually one about every 5kms) some having been revived due  to the Camino. These villages we passed today were drawn together by luscious wheat fields with the odd Poppy clinging on to the field edges and purple Irises beautifying the pathways with twelfth century Gothic churches peering down from their lofty heights, a very special attraction for the more religious pilgrims and lovers of great architectural prowess. We climbed again to yet another hilltop village where I had my photo taken with some children who then followed us, singing to the next village (no pied piper) where I took the opportunity to practice my voice exercises, thanks kids.They also took some photos to promote awareness. Irache, our home tonight, has the unusual distinction of having not just a water fountain, but a wine fountain so there is no chance of a water shortage in this village. The last photo shows what looks like a man in his late seventies bent in two by a massive weight on his back and going the wrong way. I could not understand him when he spoke to me so wished him Buen Camino

Adios, Will