Chapter 23

Mansilla de las Mulas – León

Kari, Ali, Jean, Tinker, Lynne, Guy, Saunders

‘In Puente Villarente we stopped for breakfast in a café full of familiar peregrinos who greeted us as we stepped inside. I was struck by the notion that we were a travelling village, like an ancient Persian caravan. Old and young, fit and frail, priests and vagabonds, all sections of society were represented and the kindness and confirmation of this mobile community was a daily joy.’