After a big breakfast...bacon and eggs...I made my way to the Camino path and Deb waited for a taxi to collect her and take her to the next destination Santa Irene.
It is so funny...that I never see anyone else with cameras? I take so many photos as I hike along the Camino. I see so much. It is soooooooo green and lush.
We are in Galicia, Spain and they get a lot of rain.
An artisan along the path selling bracelets made of coloured string and shells.
Sometimes as I look around I feel like I could be in the Niagara Region or even Algonquin Park.
Our province doesn't look a lot different. Except at this time of year...there is no snow in Spain.
Memorials are more frequent these last two days.
Found Deb and I a wee home....a tiny house...heavy on the tiny.
Raining again today, but mostly a heavy misty....foggy rain.
Keeps me cool on these long hike days.
It's also so pretty as it rolls along the hills.
Trying to hide from me....
This was a neat thing to witness. The man on the left has been ahead of me for about an hour. These two gals came hiking up pretty fast behind me. Passing everyone with their purposeful and quick strides.
As they pass...they say 'hola...buen Camino' as most pilgrims say to each other along the trail.
They said that to the man ahead and when he responded they all realized they were speaking the same language. I believe Eastern European.
Well....the three of them talked for the next many, many kilometers.
It's a small world.
A fork in the road....keep an eye on the Camino markers or you could end up back in France if you are not paying attention.
This incredible tree grows directly in the middle of our path.
Significant.....maybe.
As I am walking I see this sign on the side of someones barn.
My destination is between Salceda and Pedrouzo. So still about 11 kilometers to go.
I can do it.
This fellow is bringing his wine along with him today....
Stopping for a cold drink...a wee WC stop....and just wanted to rest my legs for a few.
Gorgeous blooming flowers.
Funky, creepy, old trees.
Brussel sprouts anyone?
Quite interesting.....this artisan has decorated their whole bar with beer bottles.
My favourite....bahhh
Another artisan has hundreds of hiking shoes (wonder where he collected them) in his gardens with flowers in them.
Maybe another tiny house for Deb and I. Love the vines.
I am walking to 23 kilometers today....almost there.
More mementos that walkers leave on the markers.
I always stop to peek at them.
This wee lady is going the wrong way.
She actually uses the poles to get from her home and up the hill.
I am sure she has seen her fair share of Camino walkers over the years.
Another memorial.
All camera shy? Really.
"The trouble with Tribbles."
The chestnut's that fall out of the trees are enveloped in these prickly, brown shells.
They remind me of the Tribbles on Star Trek.
Thousands of them everywhere.
New animals to photograph. So cute.
Came right up to me at the fence.
A little blurry...because he was also racing to see me.
My prize photo of the day.
This Mama with her twin lambs.
I just wanted to jump the stone wall and snuggle them.
As everyone knows I am quite afraid of big dogs. When reading about the Camino there is much talk about the wild dogs along the paths. In my whole time on the path, there have only been about 10 dogs and they wanted nothing to do with me. They do have owners, but collars are not going to be seen on these doggies.
However, the ones that I do appreciate are the huge dogs that are on leashes....mostly....or behind fences...or are trained not to come near the walkers. German Shepherds mostly...I would say for protection. One hundred thousand people every year walk the Camino....and right out front of their doors. Most of these BIG dogs don't bark or anything....
But I am sure if you made a move to get too close to the homestead they would react.
A bus shelter.
I was busy taking the last few photos of the overgrown vines above when I saw my wee girl Debbie waving at me. I am finally at my destination...Santa Irene....yeah!!!
15 kilometers....I did it. And tomorrow will be my last 20.....
I was soooooo happy to see her smiling face.
The hostel we are in for the night was about 3 kilometers from the path. The owner drove us back and forth a few times. So very kind.
He dropped us at a restaurant that he works at for our dinner. Interesting that there are coins on the walls? Balanced? So Deb put a few Canadian coins to be counted in the mix.
Salad and marinated fish...yummo.
It's not called Creme Brulee....but that is so what it is...My favourite.
We get back to the hostel for the night...it's been a long day for us both.
I thought this was a fun sign at the hostel I noticed on our way upstairs.
Have you ever washed your clothes in a toilet?
Who does that?
Pondering and visualizing that?
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