The stalls and festivities for May Day and Santo Domingo’s feast day are waiting as I depart Nájera.

Making progress . . .

Not too much to show today from the road. There was lots of this . . .

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A nearly empty resort town of Cirueña. Save for a few heart golfers, I saw no people. One guesses this is primarily for summer holiday getaways from the southern cities . . .

A splendid feature of Cirueña was a playground with a zip line. I did not abstain.

Arrived in Santo Domingo de la Calzeda on the saint’s feast day. Many festivities. These young women, in traditional dress, hand out plaques of bread imprinted with the image of Santo Domingo, while the young men guide the burrow. Each group seemed to provide a splendid distraction to the other. One of the girls squealed when a bee landed on the edge of her basket. This prompted one of the boys to run over and swat it away with courage and great nobility. She stamped her feet, smiled, and told him how the bee had startled her. He shrugged and walked away. Theatre at its best.

A quartet of attendants taking a break from handing out the bread medallions. Texting and selfies may have been involved.

A medallion of Santo Domingo, made of bread and about 6 inches square. This is to be hung on one’s door during the 15-day festival. Our hospitalera in the albergue gave me this one. “For your mochila (backpack),” she told me.

Common room at the municipal albergue in Santo Domingo de la Calzada.

Andy and I climbed the tower of the Santo Domingo cathedral. Tomorrow the Camino takes us past the left side of that conical hill.