Along the Camino, one finds that the larger the city, the more distressing entering and exiting it can be. Urban sprawl is definitely alive and well here, so not much to report until Avilés.
This is a town with rich medieval history. Back around the turn of the last millennium, the king of Castile wanted a northern port on the Atlantic so that he could trade easier with France. At the time, there was a small village on the coast and he basically bribed them to get the whole enterprise going.
In turn, they ran the port and made sure the ships sailed on time. Just to be sure, the people of Avilés had the king write it all down and the above is the original copy that has remained in the town since the 12th century. (Oh, and Mikey did check the back, but no treasure map.)
However, the really cool bit was the tomb of Pedro Menéndez de Avila. Peter who? Oh, he’s just a kid who grew up in the town, went to this church, and then founded Saint Augustine, Florida – the oldest European settlement in the Americas.
Well, this explorer has a long day ahead of him. If all goes well, we should be clocking in around 40km or 25 miles. As such, bedtime is drawing near. Good night you princes of Avilés, you kings of Spain.