The other day, in Columbres, the albergue served a supper to us. The first course--all pilgrim meals come in courses for some reason--was a tomato pasta with chicken in it for the meat. I had never had chicken pasta, but it was edible. Bland but edible. The second course was a breaded meat thing with cheese in the middle. I had never seen it before. But here it is on the promo things on the wall of a restaurant.
Tonight we had natural cidre, complete with showman-like pours, and some bread and a tabla (tray) of Asturian cheeses. There was a slab of membrillo (probably quince paste) on the tray, too. Let me tell y'all, quince paste (or fig paste) is da bomb when combined with cheese and a bit of bread. Angels sing about this. Really.
We're staying in Oviedo for two nights. Already visited the Cathedral and the room of relics, which includes the Holy Sudario. (There doesn't appear to be a word for sudario in English. This is the cloth that was laid over the head of Jesus when He laid in the tomb. (Y'all will remember that the Gospel states that the cloth from His head, called in Spanish the sudario, was laid separately and folded when the apostles ran to the tomb. (Jesus was a good son, He folded up His bedding when He got up!)
I can't express what a priviledge it was to be mere feet away from this sacred bit of cloth. Words just aren't up to it.
It's bed time, so I will close this.
Ultreia.
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