|At long last Leon! Here at an extraordinarily beautiful hotel, which is providing much needed succor to my weary soul. It will be very difficult to leave on Monday morning. Here's the courtyard of my little shelter.
Just by chance, I've arrived on Leon at the beginning of a huge week-long fiesta, and the town is jammed: street theatre, bandstands set up in the various squares, food booths lining virtually every winding medieval street.
My brother-in-law Mark, a chef, would be grinning from ear to ear. Quite a mixture of food cultures, including the traditional kinds of ham and sausages as well as remnants of the Moorish influence, with rices, spices, and dried fruits. I had hoped to run into various friends from the road while walking around, but given the crowds, who knows.