As this was going to be a short day to try to recover from yesterday, we took our time getting out.
At the grocery store a woman stopped us, saying it had been so long since she had heard anyone speaking English. She proceeded to tell us she’d lived in Maine about 10 miles from the Canadian border then to Miami and mentioned the extreme differences in weather but here you got everything and she talked so fast in a stream of consciousness without breathing in a twangy accent. Obviously she was excited to talk but we did need to move on.
I had washed our fruit the night before to save time in the morning and could not understand why Antonio had bought five pears and two apples. I had bought 2 apples and 2 mandarins. Then this morning I asked Antonio if he was going to pack his pears. He said they weren’t his pears and he wondered why I had bought so many. Ha ha. Neither of us bought the pears. We think some poor person put them in our basket-cart by mistake and since there were three of us throwing things in the cart, no one noticed. Oops. So now we have a ton of pears to eat. Too funny.
This was such a great place. We especially appreciated the thoughtful pilgrim items – 4 little cakes, 4 apple juice boxes, 4 little milk boxes plus a pilgrim stamp, Camino de Fisterre pilgrim passports, luggage transfer available, clothes drying rack and washing machine. Large rooms. Hot shower. A pilgrim paradise.
Apparently stinky–footed pilgrims like to take their shoes/boots off in the bars and cafes to give their feet a break. But it is verboten as it drives other customers away.
Ken continues to have a pinched nerve issue in his hip, which hits on the downhills and the flats but is fine going uphill. Luckily today was mostly uphill (did i just say “luckily” in the same sentence as “mostly uphill”?) And he has learned to manage it with regular stretches. This happened in France about a month ago but it went away after a couple of days that time.
We would love to understand the meaning of this statue. The earth sits on top. The father is literally rooted to the ground. A small boy leans out the window pulling at his father’s pant leg. Inside a mother sits with another child. It’s beautiful and so different in terms of using the wall as a divider with the window and boy to connect the two sides. There was no description sign.
A foggy start to the morning.
Scott stops to talk to every kitty. Can you see it just to the left of his pack?
I think I could make a home out of this place.
Old town fountain and wash house.
Hello, Snax. Teensy is in the back keeping watch.
Lots of Eucalyptus plantations.
I was taking a photo of the green tiles on the front of the house when a small van drove up and honked
A lady jumped out, I thought i was going to get yelled at, but she is the bread delivery lady. She put the bread on the windowsill, the window opened, another lady took the bread and said good morning and thank you
I want that job!
We’ve been seeing Dave the Goblin stickers everywhere…but i don’t think he’s ever put them on the actual sign
This place is for sale and, look. It even has a balcony. Better than the last place.
We stopped at this rock for lunch and joked there would be a bench 200 meters down the trail, which has happened to us countless times.
The predicted bench 200 meters down the trail. Heavy sigh.
Our trail turned into creeks a few times during the day. We have been accompanied by the sound of rushing water all day. It’s quite pleasant.
The stickers on poles are one thing. Actually defaming the signs is another. Thankfully on this route there seems to be more respect and the distance pylon markers are not scribbled on as they are on the Camino Frances. Can you find Dave the Goblin?
These hydrangeas are HUGE! I used Ken’s head for comparison. Keep in mind he has a very big head!
Ken: I am having a really hard time taking you seriously, Mr. Ferocious Guard Dog.
The ferocious guard dog. What a cutie with his little bandana! He wanted pets so badly.
This horse did not move an inch while we were sitting there. Was it sleeping? Depressed because it was lonely? It just looked sad 😔
Scott failed in his attempt to lure this cat over.
Los moos.
Some form of turnip green used for their traditional Galician soup.
I don’t usually like when pilgrims leave graffiti but this time I can relate – we’ve been climbing all day.
Oh, to live in a country where you have veggies ready to harvest on one side of the yard and young seedlings growing on the other side.
This house is literally right on the highway and the cutest little kitten came running over to Scott. Then the momma came running up the shoulder of the highway when she saw us near her baby. I hope they are car/truck/tractor-wise. I was afraid the little boy was going to follow us but they did go closer to the house.
The boys had shots of coffee orujo, a local liqueur, after dinner.
A Belgian pilgrim took this photo of us. He started from his home and walked all the way to Santiago and like us is going to Finesterre (land’s end). There was another pilgrim there who had walked all the way from Santiago today…about 35+ kilometers. OMG! She did in one day what we did in two. Impressive. But we are happy doing 15 to 20 km a day. The Belgian said he is very slow and only likes to do 15 km. That’s our sweet spot for walking too.
VF Britannica Via Campaniensis Voie de Vezelay 2025 