The next day's stage was much more pleasant: less walking near roads, and much shorter (only 22 km). Once again, we were working our way through gently rolling terrain of mostly wheat fields. But the villages were only a few km apart, so there were ample opportunities to stop and refill water bottles or buy a cold drink.
Along the way we met an Italian man who was pulling a little cart with his gear instead of carrying a backpack. We walked and talked for some time. He had worked in the restaurant business in Tuscany, and after seeing the volume of pilgrim traffic along the Camino Frances was thinking of trying to open an albergue.
By early afternoon we arrived in the city of Sahagun, our destination for the day. Unlike most of the places we've stopped, this is a real city, with multiple restaurants and bars, stores, the whole bit. In the central plaza, kids kicked soccer balls while older men chatted on a bench.
The town was gearing up for a fiesta over the weekend (unfortunately for us, we were there on Wed night and would miss out). There would be a running of bulls through town on Friday, bullfights over the weekend. While we walked around town exploring, we saw a carnival setting up near the church and in the shadow of the ruins of a 12th century monastery.
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