At the top of the hill - having been followed by a herd of heifers - I could clearly see Salamanca in the distance. It's been a couple of weeks since I was last in a city with lots of people... I wonder how pilgrims of 400 or 800 years ago felt as the spotted the same towers in the distance?
The trail now wound between fields of the yellow flower and immature wheat - bright yellow and deep green with an almost cobalt blue overhead. Magic! Until a tummy rumble announced problems... And no where discreet to deal with things... Then a pile of rocks gave a bit of cover. When you've gotta go, you've gotta go!
The approach to Salamanca was a bit rough - first we climbed up to a place where Wellington ordered an attack on the French, defeating them too I think.
Then a long haul to the old city through a rough park with the towers of the massive 'new' cathedral on the skyline.
Finally I was able to dump my pack inside the albergue at 2.00pm and return at 5.00 to register, shower and change. Doors are locked at 10 - I'm safely inside and the lights have just turned off! A gentle hint to go to bed! I'm staying another day here to rest and sightsee so I'll have to move tomorrow. One night in the albergue!
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