At 9:11am the spire of the church of Villamayor comes into view, as does the Moorish well that has intrigued pilgrims for centuries.
...I must say, I was dreading drudging over the plains from Villamayor to Los Arcos, especially as the weather reached its peak. Very windy and quite wet. However, as I knew there was no turning back, I put my head down and made extremely good time, the kilometers passing without hardly being noticed. (From diary)