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Órbigo is river "without origin source, neither mother that baptizes" him. Their birth is double, that of the Moon and that of the Omaña. When both rivers join their flows, the resultant takes the name of Órbigo, hidrónimo of root prehistoric orbi-cua, fork of rivers.
It is river with history and legend. They say that their waters lowered colored of blood during several days in the year 456, when the battle between the Goths of Teodorico and the suevos of Requiario. It is also spoken of fights in the times of the Reconquest. Órbigo up went up the armies agarenos, on the way to the port of the Table, via normal of penetration in Asturias.
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The Bridge also gave fame to the river and the river gave its name to the Bridge like last name. Their appearance is medieval, but he/she is considered like one of the oldest of the county leonesa. For their long and tortuous roadway, they passed thousands and pilgrims' of all kind thousands, from the pedigüeños and scamps until the kings and the saints.
To the left part of the Road, he/she was formed a small town, presided over by Santa María's church, with their reed-mace, their nest and their stork, permanent neighbor that gives up the emigration. To this neighborhood he/she was called Bridge.
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The Hospital founded it the Gentlemen of San Juan from Jerusalem, in the right riverbank of the river, in the outlet of the Bridge. Around the hospital he/she was formed another neighborhood that he/she took the name of the building that he/she presided over it and for which the town is still known: Hospital of Órbigo.
Besides the name, they are still other memories sanjuanistas, as the title of the parochial church, the cross of the Gentlemen, the cruise of the pilgrims and the lot of the hospital. Today is a prosperous village, with more than 1200 inhabitants, commercial center of the region, of tourism and of I vacation, with good hotel establishments, camping site and recess areas for the visitors.
It seems to be that it was not always this way, because when over there it happened, in the XVII century the Bolognese Laffi that called to this town Bridge of the Water, writes: "Here we had a terrible night, lying on the saint floor. The neighborhood is so poor that rather is to receive charity that to give it, for what is imposed to pay the lodging that you/they offer you in a bad cabin." Neither in dreams he/she had been passed for you lie them to the good clergyman globetrotter that, three hundred years later, there would be in the place comfortable hotels, a good well installed camping site and a renowned kitchen for their soups with trouts.
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