We packed our backpacks, put on comfortable shoes, and walked.
One millisecond before Bronson and Elena died of exhaustion (or so they claimed), we arrived at the train station in Fromista. Thank goodness - we didn't want any casualties. Funny thing. While we waited for the train, Bronson and Elena played tag with a little girl they met at the train station - running, hiding, and chasing each other.
Other photos from our mini-camino:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/abrownell/sets/72157606779344198/




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