The Lost Way: Santo Domingo

Yesterday an Austrian couple and I took an ancient route through some farmer's fields. Disregarding the yellow arrows, we consulted our superior maps and set off on a small dirt track that was completely surrounded by miles of waving green. Eventually the trail itself disappeared, and we had to guestimate, following a couple of very old boundary stones, until we eventually came to the city of Santo Domingo—where that saint lived and spent his days serving pilgrims.

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