Our walk began like so many others with a climb through the early morning mist. It was quiet, there were a few walkers around us, not many. Like us most paused to try to capture this typical Galician morning.
There wasn’t a lot of talking.
Things changed as we passed through the town of Arzua. Pilgrims poured out of the hostels and albergues. For the rest of the walk we had company all the way.
At our cafe stop I couldn’t resist the delicious cake. It was like a giant Chelsea bun but with a chocolate topping rather than sugar and cinnamon.
Holy cow, said one woman as I carried our tray past her.
I wish I had a photo of those cakes to show you. I don’t. But rest assured we cleaned them up – it takes a lot of calories to walk 780 kilometres.
While we were there a herd of about twenty cows did wander past but our food commentator had moved on.
The walk may have been busy but it was as beautiful as the rest of Galicia.This afternoon was hot – high twenties – and we finally got a glimpse inside the strange brick and wooden structures that are in most yards. They’re used primarily to dry produce, in this case corn.
The shadows are long for most of the day, the light soft.
We’ve been lucky with the weather. Three days of light rain near the beginning of our Camino and then much needed rain at the time of the fires. But we didn’t walk those days – I was sick. Since then, sunshine all the way, and likely the same for the next few days, while we are in Santiago de Compostela.
Tonight my body is tired and sore, more than usual, our guidebook is held together with sticking plaster, our pilgrim credentials are almost full.
We have 19.8 kilometres left to walk. Then, in Santiago, we present our credencials before receiving the Compostela.