At a height of nearly 1,500 metres, near the pass of Foncebadón, the village of Manjarín, abandoned by its inhabitants some thirty years ago, is slowly falling into ruin. The slate of the old walls is gradually being smothered by weeds in the midst of a grandiose green landscape, covered in spring with fuchsia when the moors explode into flower.

            And yet Manjarín is no longer deserted. In a little hut that serves well enough as a humble shelter lives a hermit, hospitaller, templar, pantheist and defender of lost causes, one of those curious personages who are among the monuments of the Way.

Tomás Álvarez Domínguez,

unpublished translation