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La Vía del Sureste – 43

Por Manuel Almagro Chinchilla.

Rabanal del Camino – El Acebo

El día 9 de agosto salimos de Rabanal del Camino con dirección a El Acebo. Pasamos por Foncebadón; en sus inmediaciones, se encuentra la famosa Cruz de Ferro, donde habíamos pensado plantar el olivo que traían los de Villacarrillo, intención de la que desistimos rápidamente al ver la aglomeración de gente y al no existir un lugar acotado, adecuado para no ser pisoteado. Unos peregrinos alemanes realizan un acto religioso en torno a la Cruz, entonando unos emotivos cánticos. Es mucha la devoción que la Cruz de Ferro levanta en el Camino.

 

Comemos en un típico mesón: churrasco y caldo berciano, sin olvidar el consabido orujo al final de los postres.

 

A El Acebo llegamos al atardecer y nos buscamos un albergue privado, el cual nos proporcionó algunas comodidades de las que carecen los públicos.

almagromanuel@gmail.com

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