
Rabanal is one of my favourite towns so far. A monastary and Vespers with the Monks. Roses from a garden on the altar. Eggs from the local hens with rich yellow-orange yolks like the ones I had from my hens at home as a child. Friendly poeple both in town and in the Albergue.
The weather has turned unseasonably cold. So much so that the albergue put a fire in the fireplace. We spent a very pleasant afternoon curled up in front of the fire, wrapped in in blankets, and reading. It was wonderful, if very odd for July.

There is more to write for today, but time is short. I may come back to this post.
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