Yesterday I arrived in Leon by high speed train, pretty knackered from my journey. But Leon gave me a second wind. HotelQ, which I’d booked online, turned out to be one that was full last time when I was hobbling looking for a room in June, so there was a certain sense of closure there. Tons of people out in the evening for a street festival with Bagpipe bands, dancers, and booths set up along the way to St. Isidore’s, people of all ages together, and kids playing everywhere. It felt like coming home to Spanish life. Though reveling went on outside all night, I was able up sleep 7 hours, and feel ready to do some walking this morning to Villar de Mazzarife.