Wow!  I uploaded a picture.  So here´s the Meseta that we continue to walk.  Someone called it a desert, but it´s not really that.  It´s just vast flat land with fields on either side.  There are lots of cereal crops in this area, also sunflowers, and stacks and stacks of hay in the fields.  My boots are covered with white dust.
    I´m amazed at the body´s ability to recover.  Yesterday as I hobbled into the Monastery of Santa Clara I thought I might never walk again, but after a shower and a short rest I walked into town (hobbling at first), and then once again enjoying walking.  Last night I didn´t sleep really well, had a sinus headache and with it are concerns that I might get a sinus infection.  But in spite of that, during the sleep that I did get my body rejuvenated.  This morning my feet were no longer protesting and I was able to walk 12 miles.
   As I left Carrion de los Condes I fell into step with a German gentleman I had met yesterday, Dirk.  We had a great conversation as we walked.  He is from East Germany and told me he was originally with a ballet troupe, but then he was got interested in directing the ballets, went from their into photographs but he wanted the story also.  So now he makes film documentaries.  He was explaining to me that most of the younger generation has left East Germany for West Germany and now there are a majority of older persons.  He made a documentary about this expressing the stories of the older people who miss their families and indeed, miss an entire generation.  They used theater, dance, and put it all together in a film.  His mother was one of the dancers.
    He said he also left for about 20 years.  His home was in a mining area and it was gutted and ugly.  He left and at one point was living in Sydney Australia when his father turned 70.  He realized his parents would not be around for ever and decided to return home and be near them.  So now he has coffee each morning with his father before he heads to work.  He talked quite a bit about the importance of inter-generational contact and that being one of the things he is enjoying about the Camino.  It´s true.  There is Richard from Australia who is 80 and Fabienne from Switzerland who is 19 and everything in between.  Actually I briefly saw a family from France and they had their 16 year old son and 11 year old daughter with them.   Last Sunday I was at mass in Boadilla and just sitting there after church when in walked Leif and Karin, an older couple from Sweden who I had not seen since sharing breakfast with them and then they were off to find a dentist (he had broken off his front tooth).  It was so wonderful to see them as they greeted me with hugs.   Yes, the inter-generational relationships are important.
   Today the computer is about 10 feet from my bed, so I´ll try to upload some more pictures.  May you have a good conversation with someone older or younger than you today.  Bueno Camino!