Ponferrada is known for its association with the Knights Templar. One of their castles built in the 13th Century sits in the middle of the city. My hotel was 250 meters from it and on the Camino path. Too bad that it opened at 10:00. I also visited the church near the castle — note the Templar cross on the wall. The Templars also have a namesake bar. I am sure a revenue generator.

Several different Camino signs were displayed in the Ponferrada area. Here are some examples and one that was explicit — “This way Pilgrims.” It was time to say goodbye to Ponferrada.

The terrain changed quickly. We were in the heart of the Bierzo wine zone, a wine unknown to me until now. The rolling hills offered a wonderful perspective by which to view the vineyards. Old and new vines. Later in evening, I tasted a Bierzo wine but now the prime objective was to enjoy the beauty of the countryside.

While on the trail, I caught up with Hoo, one of the Malaysian contingent whom our pack had met 10 days ago. He told me that he had walked with Andrew and his friend, Brian, two days ago at Foncebadon. He and his merry group seem to be everywhere on the Camino. An interesting fact, he is 60 and has completed 32 triathlons. Mountains? No problem.

I also made the acquaintance with Amelia from Toronto. What happened to other Canadian friend, Rachel, from Day 3? We had a moment of patriot fervor singing the Canadian national anthem. I once attended McGill University’s French School in 1968. Remember a fellow named Pierre Trudeau? I was in Toronto on 25 June when his party won the Canadian general election. People were wild on Yonge Street in Toronto. Trudeaumania made an impression on this then 20 year old.

After 7 hours on the road, I reached Villafraca del Bierzo which is the gateway to another serious mountain climb before entering Galacia, the province where Santiago is located. The town is very hilly with two rivers running through it. The first photo of the church was taken from the east. I was starting a steep descent into the town. After walking one of its main streets, the Camino path took me across the river to my hotel. Another pilgrim statue was located at one end of the bridge.

My hotel was located on right bank of the river as you look at the above photo. Here is the scene from the hotel’s restaurant.

I commented earlier about what I thought was possible inflation creep in the daily menu prices. I don’t think the memo was received in Ponferrada (see yesterday’s dinner) or Villafranca. Both were 16€ or $17.32 for their three course meals including wine and bottled water. Tonight, I had another fresh salad, two lightly fried trout, and flan. Thank you chefs. They allowed me to take their photo afterwards.

I tried to write this blog before going to bed. I could not after the hand holding the iPhone repeatedly dropped to my bed covers. I opened the window and fell asleep to sounds of the river flowing by.

I awoke at 4:00 after a good sleep to write this draft. Before shutting my eyes again, here is what I saw out of my window.

Today’s hike started at 8:00 and ended almost 12 hours later. My fellow pilgrims and I were looking forward to the final climb to the Cruz Ferro and reaching the highest point on the Camino. Those who did not have Ponferrada as a final destination seemed to sense how hard the descent would be. Andrew had forewarned the rocky road ahead. They were right. This stage was one of the toughest I have ever experienced in all of my previous journeys.

The day began with a beautiful sunrise in Rabanal. I met a Berliner who was soaking in the beauty of landscape before her. She had met a Mexican woman the day before and was waiting for her so that they could walk to the Cruz Ferro together. The photo did not catch her at her best. She was animated when she talked about this moment; she was living in the present.

The first challenge of the day was making the final climb to the Cruz Ferro. If one is in shape and is carrying a light load, this part of the stage is easy. I reached Foncebadon in just over an hour. The Monte Irago albergue was hosting several pilgrims. This albergue is featured in my guidebook. Everyone gave the albergue thumbs up for its food choices. Delicious, they said, and the prices were reasonable. I sipped my cafe con leche. Did you notice the angle of the hill?

While finishing my cafe, Maria and Elise arrived. I had met them back on Day 3 in Frómista. I described them as two Spanish women who had to walk to the next town at the end of the day to find a room. Turns out that Maria is Spanish from Madrid and Elise is Basque from France. They became friends after meeting on a previous Camino and now walk segments during their vacations.

But the real story goes back to Day 5 when Andrew lost his pilgrim’s credential. We searched for it and John had delayed his departure from Calzadilla de La Cueza (after his night in the albergue) to ask the proprietor of the cafe about the credential. No such luck. We concluded that it was lost.

On Day 11 when Keith, John, and I were having dinner in Astorga, Maria and Elise walked by our table and recognized us as Andrew’s friends. They told us that they had Andrew’s credential. It was pinned to the cafe’s bulletin board. They gave it to Keith and we will return it to Andrew in Sarria. The invisible hand of the Camino works in mysterious ways.

Before reaching the Cruz Ferro (about 1.5 miles up from Foncabadon), I looked back on the Meseta with the reflections of Foncebadon’s roofs on the left of the photo. We had come a long distance.

At the Cruz Ferro, many pilgrims leave a stone as a symbolic thanks for their lives, as a remembrance of a person in their lives, or as a wish for the future. I was surprised to see Keith and John sitting on a bench near the cross. They said that they had been there for an hour immersed in their thoughts.

You might think reaching the Cruz Ferro is the climax of the day. But it’s only 10:00 in the morning. The real adventure was only starting with the treacherous and torturous trek down the mountain at least in my opinion. If one were 20 years or more younger, the downhill probably was much easier. Perhaps this memorial presaged what was ahead.

The downhill path was strewn with rocks that required zigzagging, and twisting that resulted in endless uneven footfalls. The section from the Pena de La Escurpia (the high point) to El Acebo — about 2.5 miles— was particularly steep. Along the way, a band of us formed to keep our spirits up. When we sited El Acebo from above, we all said in unison — we can smell the beer. Here we are in El Acebo with five beers and one wine.

From left to right: John and Simone from Australia, John, Jessica from Belgium, Keith, and Ron.

Alas, the rocks continued for almost another 9 miles to the outskirts of Ponferrada. My knees were fine but my right hip was very sore requiring my first pain pills of the trip. I also needed water and some Coca Cola to boost my energy. Thank goodness for the kindly bodega owner in Molinaseca. Shopkeepers and bar owners must do brisk business during the summer season. Even today, I started with my puffy down coat and ended with just a short sleeved t- shirt. It’s only early April.

I reached my hotel as the sun was setting. After collecting my wits and what energy remained in my body, I was rewarded with a most tasty meal. The salad was as fresh as can be. The pollo asado (grilled chicken) was moist with my favorite crispy skin. Add in a small dish of chocolate mousse and a half carafe of local red wine, the day ended with a sore body but with a happy spirit.

The day started somewhat cold and sunny. As Astorga was waking up, I passed some workers draping a stole across the cross that stands in the middle of the plaza mayor. Santa Semana (Holy Week) will be upon us in six days.

Every mile has a touch of uniqueness as I have said before. Here is the frame of a motorcycle that I assume was placed in someone’s memory. “Live a Great Story,” the label says. I hope that person had one and we have too.

Off and on, I have presented interesting signs along the Camino. Two of the four below are what one would expect whereas I don’t get the man pushing up one side of the archway or the die at the beginning of path into Santa Catalina de Somoza. Perhaps they are objects d’art.

We have left farmland behind in favor of pastures and cows. What I did not expect were the teepees behind the cows near the village of El Ganso. There were no signs advertising why they were there. No one was around to ask. Imagine how I would ask a Spaniard if there were — a sure skit for Saturday Night Live.

Throughout the day, I saw only 30 or so pilgrims including a priest from the Ukraine. He was as charitable as one could be about ….. We kept that part of the conversation short. It seems that early Spring is a good time to walk the Camino at least so far along this route. I’ll report numbers if they change dramatically as I am expecting starting in Sarria.

I reached Rabanal del Camino, my destination by 2:15. RDC is a quaint village with many small albergue, hostels, and hotels. I made a visit to the church that was on the main road.

I was fortunate to have another nice room at La Posada de Gaspar that included a large balcony with a clothes drying stand. I took advantage of the stand and the warm sun to do serious laundry. I enjoyed some liquid bread and potato chips while my clothes were drying.

Dinner was simple but very good. In my book, any meal with beans gets bonus points. I had beans (alubia) in a bacalao based soup, red peppers stuffed with bacalao puree, and cheese cake.The beans made the meal.

I was satisfied but tired. Because RDC is small, I had seen the highlights on my walk through the village so I went back to my room. Time for an early bedtime. Twenty miles tomorrow to Ponferrada. We will pass the Cruz Ferro, the main cross on the Camino which is near the highest elevation point of the Camino (1532 meters, 5026 feet), higher than cresting the Napoleon route over the Pyrenees (1429 meters, 4688 feet).

Time to sleep as the sun set at 8:45.

I had a restful night because of the wine by the fireplace and the peacefulness of the B&B. Dawn broke and after breakfast, I said good bye to my hosts Maximo and Mercedes. MG rates a 10.

Once I left MG, I was on the Camino trail, the same road that I was walking the evening before except in the opposite direction. That explains the Camino route through Villavante because the train tracks bisects the straight path below the village. I went up the rail bed to take a photo of the rails. The path on the left side of the photo is what I saw last evening. MG is behind the row of trees by the road. I decided to take a small rock from the bed as my souvenir rock of this Camino.

Within a few miles, I crossed the bridge at Hospital de Obrigo and shortly thereafter made a right turn to follow the Camino into the rolling hills north of the path. I encountered about 30 pilgrims on this segment. Here are three hiking up one of the hills.

My guidebook noted a snack stand at about the 25 km mark. Voila, there it was. I enjoyed a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and a hard boiled egg. No prices for items; just a donation was requested. Even Bart Simpson is a fan.

The hills ended in a few miles where a large cross overlooked Astorga, a Roman outpost at the crossroads of a river and a major road. I wondered if lots of warehouses were located here back in those times. If you look at the horizon, a section of the Cantabrian mountains can be seen. Our journey tomorrow begins our crossing of those mountains.

Astorga was founded during the reign of Octavius Augustus. He gets some good press as one enters Astorga.

After climbing the hill into Old Town, my hotel was at that end of town. My room was the most spacious and upscale of the trip if you like a modern style. The room was cozy and pretty sound proof. I have been fortunate to have had excellent places to stay over the past three days in Leon, Villavante, and now Astorga.

Time for some city touring. The two main attractions is the Astorga Cathedral (Gothic with strong Renaissance influence) and a Gaudi designed home for a bishop. It now houses a museum of Camino artifacts.

The cathedral displays an extensive collection of ecclesiastical items ranging from reliquaries to vestments. In one chapel between the museum and cloisters, 3-D headsets are offered that present a tour of the exterior and interior of the cathedral — awesome. Finally, the cathedral is breathtaking with its high ceilings and Renaissance decorated alters. Well worth a journey to see.

I exhaled an exclamation when I left the church. Not as big as Burgos or Leon but it certainly has gravitas.

Immediately next door is Gaudi’s bishop’s home. Like the Casa Botine in Leon, it does not present the classic exterior designs of his Barcelona structures. Nevertheless, it certainly attract attention.

By this time, I had met up with Keith and John after a two day hiatus. We shared a repast. I had the chef’s take on a Russian salad — tuna, peas, carrots, olives, and potatoes with minimal mayonnaise, followed by pork cheeks with potatoes, and finally a flan with a spongy texture. The meal was ok. As we get close to the Asturian border, I am hoping that fabada and cachopo will appear.

Tomorrow the mountains. Adios to the Meseta — the plain in Spain.

According to my schedule, I was to have an easy day of 12 miles (20 km). No big deal. I enjoyed breakfast at 8:00. Toured the Leon Cathedral at 9:30 and the Real Colegiata de San Isidoro at 10:30. I had planned to be at my B&B by 4:00 at the latest. Alas, I had to push hard to make it by 7:00 because of a big surprise. One of my cardinal rules is to never walk in darkness. Where I am now is really dark.

Though not as large as the Burgos Cathedral, Leon is still a magnificent Gothic church. Stained glass rose windows are at the top of the nave and each transept plus rows upon rows of rising windows that cast a lovely patina onto the walls. The doorway on the side next to its cloister is still intact with some original colors. The frontal view of the cathedral shows the flying buttresses that support the high walls of the nave.

A few blocks away was San Isidoro, a fine example of a Romanesque church.

Time to get moving — 11:00. I walked by the Parador Hotel on Plaza San Marcos that was filmed in the Way. What an impressive facade that features the shells that symbolize the Camino. It was right next to the building that housed Concinandos, our one star Michelin restaurant from last night.

Across the bridge, the long walk for the next eight miles began on a main street and highway of bars, stores, and apartment buildings. There was one welcome sight during this stretch. Imagine seeing such a building with its sign in the US. The bathroom was clean and a place for a moment of relief.

A mile past the oasis, I came to a fork in the road. The guidebook opined — go to the right, more of the same. Go to the left, a walk in the countryside. Hard to say if the left fork is less traveled by at high season. During my time on it, I encountered one pair of German women. Here are highlights from this stretch.

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The day started before sunrise at Alonso’s Cafe-Bar for breakfast. When we entered, a fellow was sitting at the counter with Alonso serving up coffee. With the lighting just so, Keith and I thought that we were seeing Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks a la España. A really universal theme of lingering in a diner.

Keith and John went on from the cafe while I returned to our pension to make final preparations for the day. It rained during the night so more gear had to be worn. Turned out it didn’t rain at all this morning; the sun parted the clouds.

The landscape was pretty much what we experienced during the past two days, Kansas in Spain. However, the scenery changed quickly as I approached Leon. First, the auto mile. Then, a Home Depot knock off. After walking through a traffic circle, León appeared in the distance.

After another two miles of walking on city blocks, I reached my hotel named Silken, Luis de Leon which is located a few blocks south of the historic zone. A modern hotel – an upscale change from what I had experienced so far. I also added an image of the view from my room on the 6th floor.

After munching on my dried soybeans and raisins, I headed out for Casa Botine, a rare Gaudi structure outside of Barcelona. The building housed the HQ of the textile firm that funded the building, a bank, and twelve luxury apartments. Designing the building was a challenge for Gaudi because the weather is much colder and wetter than what Gaudi was accustomed to in Barcelona. Different materials had to be used. The style had to fit local sensibilities. Did you know that seven Gaudi buildings are designated World Heritage sites?

One can tour three of the six floors — on the third floor, Spanish art from the late 19th century to the present were displayed. I took photos of Salvatore Dali’s depiction of the Inferno from Dante’s Divine Comedy and Baltasar Lobos’s Chest Toward The Sun.

Visiting Gaudi buildings is like hunting for and viewing Frank Lloyd Wright’s structures.

Time to chill out for the rest of the afternoon. More to come when Keith, Andrew and lifelong friend, Brian, and I dine at Concinandos, a one- star Mchelin restaurant.

About 30 minutes before our reservation time, Keith decided to bow out of dinner. So, three of us went ahead for a splendid repast of nine courses and five wines and one local beer – the Menu Leon. Here’s Brian with other tables in the background. We shared the restaurant with only eight other diners. I could hear our conversation.

I will present a few of the courses and wines that we were thought were distinctive.

The first starter — a delicate skewer of bacalao accompanied by a Spanish sparking wine.

Three other dishes caught our attention — peas topped with a crispy crust, leeks, and the monkfish. Note the beer served with the leeks and the stylized fish knife with the monkfish.

Of course, three types of desserts were served. The denouement was a tawny port with added brandy and fruit essence. A port sangria. We asked and received a second glass. We left very satisfied despite facing the walks back to our respective hotels in the rain.

What this area is lacking in scenery is certainly filled by friendly people. Maria, the owner of La Costa del Adobe in El Burgo Ranero, gave all of us big hugs when we left her hostel after breakfast. Do they give such hugs in Kansas, Toto?

Off we went along a straight road until it took a right hand turn after seven miles. Yes, it is flat. Yes, the road is like those straightaways in the Midwest. But the landscape is beguiling in its own way. The road is deserted and the fields often are bathed in a multitude of colors. I kept thinking — Toto eventually found his way home.

We eventually reached Reliegos, a bit more than halfway to our destination. Time for a beer. While enjoying our beers, Andreas and Duna appeared. Since we welcomed them to our pack, they have been faithful members. This was our fourth meeting on the road.

As we left Reliegos, we were lead by the ubiquitous yellow arrows and a clearly laid brick line that was capped with the Camino scallop shell. People on the Camino route take pride in their association with the Camino.

We made our final push for Mansilla de las Mulas. We have observed a strong regional pride on the directional signs on the Camino. We are in Leon. The Camino sign below showed that Castilla was crossed and whited out. In Castilla, Leon was erased, After centuries, deep regional pride still reigns even after the provinces were combined in 1983. Old identities die slowly, if ever.

After settling into our hotel, we all did our laundry before searching for a bar. We found one in the middle of town. Besides beer, I tried their Albariño — 2.40 Euro for a good pour. By 6:00, the place was filled with locals. Keith and John blended in by playing cribbage and gin. I did too by typing away on my iPhone.

The menu of the day at the Albergueria del Camino was satisfying. I had asparagus wrapped in Serrano ham, a broiled sea bream, and Greek yogurt with local honey and walnuts. A good ending for the day. We weren’t in Kansas after all. Tomorrow, Leon.

I forgot to present a summary of John’s experience in the dorm-like albergue. After listening to his story, he definitely took one for the team.

I included a photo of the bunk beds in Day 5. John had his choice of bunks. He chose one of the down beds. Turns out he was next to a grizzly bear snorer on one side and a video game player on the other. After an hour, he had to tell the video game player to silence the sounds coming from his computer. The snorer went merrily on throughout the night.

The albergue provided the mattress, bottom sheet, and if one asked, a thin blanket. Most people who stayed in this albergue carried a sleeping bag or a liner and put it on top of the mattress. No towels are provided. The toilet had a sign asking everyone to sit when using it. Imagine what it would be like at night when males tried to aim. Hum, too much information. I was thinking what the dorm would be like in the summer when fully occupied. I should add that the dorm is co-ed.

No breakfast is provided. John came back to the hotel to take a shower. He needed a nap before heading out after us and before check out time. His behavior tells a lot about the quality of his sleep.

As I wrote before about staying in an albergue, NOT. I don’t need to suffer like pilgrims of old and the present.

The Camino can’t be at the top of its game everyday. I think that we finally reached the diminishing or is the better word, diminished returns of the Meseta.

We did have some bright spots on today’s walk. While walking out of Sahagun, we went by the archway that led to the Plaza Mayor. To our left was an unusual Camino marker. Note the gourd on the staff. That was used to carry water before our canteens and plastic bottles. How about those bronze sandals at the base of the rock?

We walked about seven miles before we entered Bercianos del Real Camino. A white box on a pedestal caught my eye. This was the third “free library” stand that I have seen in Spain. I am putting together a photographic print of the many such book boxes I have run across over the past five years. Good to know that book sharing is alive and well in northern Spain.

We reached the outskirts of El Borgo Ranero by 11:45. That time is earliest I have arrived at the end point of any walking stage. Before checking into our hotel, we stopped at our first opportunity to eat lunch at a small bodega, La Tienda del Sol.

Marissa was behind the counter. What an engaging personality. Keith and John each had a slice of tortilla. Andrew opted for the chorizo bocadillo (sandwich). I asked for a queso bocadillo. Along with the beers and sodas, we were almost satisfied. John and Andrew bought bags of Doritos, one of great American exports.

Andrew started on his next leg of 6 plus miles. We checked into our hotel. One thought that I can’t get out of my mind is — where are all the people in this village? I took this image of Main Street at 1:00. Not everyone is having a siesta break or are they?

The early arrival gave me another opportunity to catch up on reading and writing this blog. But 6:30 came sooner than expected. We were out the door to find Hostel El Peregrino for dinner.

We all agreed that this dinner was the best so far in terms of home cooking. The dishes were familiar but the portions were generous and well prepared.

Our starters were smoked salmon and goat cheese salad, and paella. Starters? They were about what we eat for an entire meal. Then came the mains: fried squid for Keith, roasted chicken for John who did not want his plate photographed (?), and my bacalao (cod fish). We ended with flan and apple tart. Each dessert plate was well dressed with a dollop of whipped cream. The vino tinto was produced about 5 km down the road. Everything was delicious.

We could tell that the entire operation was a multi-generational effort. Here is the family: grandmother, daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughter.

As I have written before, the Camino contains many surprises. Even in one of its most uninteresting sections, beauty can be found.

Keith and I started off a half hour after sunrise. The sky was yellow and blue with a tinge of red. Another good day ahead. Sunshine throughout the walk.

About an hour out, we caught up with two women from upstate New York. One of the women, Faye, was walking to honor her husband who passed on one year ago today. Keith then told me that his wife died 18 months ago to this day. He said, “We belong to a club that you don’t want to belong.” A special moment on the Camino.

Sharon has said that inevitably I leave something behind on every trip that I take. Well, today was just the opposite. I received a message from Camino Ways that I needed to call last night’s hotel. Did I have my room key? I arranged with Natalie who was the front desk clerk, bartender, server, and concierge to pick up the key at the town where Keith and I took a break – about seven miles down the road. Within 30 minutes, she was there. She thanked me in her professional and cheery way. Her demeanor was similar to all of the service people that I have met on the Camino.

Various arrows kept us on the path as we walked through fields with rolling hills until we reached the stone marking the border of Leon. Within a half mile, we were walking between two statues that signified the halfway point of the Camino from the French border to Santiago. Pretty cool.

Within minutes, we entered Sahagan, our destination. The town had supported the painting of two murals that welcomed pilgrims on the Camino.

The good feelings kept coming. We were given the “Buen Camino” from patrons in the Temple Bar. We were reunited with Duna who had joined our pack on Day 3. His owner Andre from Navarra directed us to the tourist office where we received (paid three euros) a certificate recognizing that we were in Sahugan, the mid-point of the Camino Frances.

After all of this excitement, I retreated to rest at our hotel, the Domus Viatoris, which was once a convent. I think that the lions were an add on.

We all retired early. Andrew will be doing a 20 miler tomorrow. The rest of the pack will do about 13 miles but will walk with Andrew part of the way. Our first rain is predicted for tomorrow afternoon.

I start this blog with a view of Carrion’s plaza mayor below my window. A beautiful scene at sunrise.

I left my hotel for Bar Pichi’s for breakfast about 400 meters down the road. The place was hopping at 8:00. The place was compact – enough room for three tables and the bar. The only seat left when I arrived was at the bar. Otherwise, it was standing room only. I took the image below so that you can see a very typical breakfast scene of a bar in action. The baristas were making 5-6 cups of different coffee offerings per minute. Starbucks? Pshaw.

I was now fortified to start on the Camino and rejoin the pack across the Rio Carrión. A beautiful castle overlooked the river as I crossed the bridge.

My friends were staying at the elegant 4-star Monestario that indeed was once a Monestery.

While waiting in lobby, a large group of young people came through. The young men looked liked basketball players. They were from Cornell College, Cedar Rapids. One of the moms joined in; she is a Hawkeye graduate. Sorry to those Cyclones in our family; none were to be found. I think that you can tell who the non-Iowan is in the group.

They were touring the Camino in 10 days choosing the most picturesque sections. They were on to Leon which is four days away. This busload of Americans changed in an instant the demographics on the Camino!

The previous two days showed the varied terrain of the Meseta. Now, we were experiencing the long flat terrain that seemed endless until we reached our destination of Calzadilla de la Cueza, a village that you could walk through in a minute.

When we got to town, I thought that my hotel was in front of us. I checked in and the clerk handed me a small towel enclosed in a plastic bag. He said that I had bed 15. Whoa. Bed 15, not room 15? I was in the dorm albergue and not my hotel of the same name. I thanked him upon leaving after I took a photo of the dorm room. To get the albergue experience, John is foregoing his room in the hotel for a bed in the albergue. NOT!

Before making my way to the hotel, I stopped with the pack for some cerveza. Charles from Australia had caught up with us. Note the brace on his left knee. He walked the Camino from St Jean (lower route over the Pyrenees because the upper opens in 1 April) and is planning to finish in Santiago. He had his knee replaced seven weeks, yes, weeks, before he started in St Jean. Amazing willpower and desire. Rehab was too boring for him.

The hotel was about 200 meters away from our cerveza stop. Keith and I checked in.

Happy Hour!

We ordered two large frosted glasses of cerveza. Across from us was a table with the green felt cloth, cards, and metal chips that we observed with the players from Bar Central. The felt cloth had the Pepsi logo. How did Coca-Cola lose out when its sign is above the hotel entrance? The cards were indeed different from our decks. The metal chips were not euro coins. John found out that the game played in this region is called “mus.” The table was open to any patrons who wanted to play.

Dinner was the usual three course pilgrim’s meal. I started with a salad (very fresh), a soup with chorizo, Serrano ham, and an egg though I wanted beans but they were out of any servings, apple tart, and local vino tinto. Delicious.

I had two bonuses today. Kitty love from a cat who looked like our beloved cat, Sherman. And, a sublime sunset from my window.