31/05/19
What goes up, must come down. That means a day of downhill today. We practice careful steps & using our poles to balance. We're blessed with no rain yet. We're literally sandwiched into small herds of cattle traveling from town to town. Villages provide frequent cafes. Views continue to feed our souls.
The downhill continues but so do the views. FInally, as I near Triacastela, I find the old tree- confirmed to be over 800 years old. Its gnarly trunk is impressive. Our little aubergue is delightful. Our first floor (yippie!) window opens out to the courtyard where Asian pilgrims sit with their feet in tubs of cold water while other pilgrims seek a wifi signal. We hand laundry out our window & the host hands us extra pillows through the open window. It's so familiar & casual. We've forgotten it is a Friday & seem perplexed when we hear people out at the nearby bar after 10pm. Crazy talk!
22k to Triacastela (population 900)
What goes up, must come down. That means a day of downhill today. We practice careful steps & using our poles to balance. We're blessed with no rain yet. We're literally sandwiched into small herds of cattle traveling from town to town. Villages provide frequent cafes. Views continue to feed our souls.
The downhill continues but so do the views. FInally, as I near Triacastela, I find the old tree- confirmed to be over 800 years old. Its gnarly trunk is impressive. Our little aubergue is delightful. Our first floor (yippie!) window opens out to the courtyard where Asian pilgrims sit with their feet in tubs of cold water while other pilgrims seek a wifi signal. We hand laundry out our window & the host hands us extra pillows through the open window. It's so familiar & casual. We've forgotten it is a Friday & seem perplexed when we hear people out at the nearby bar after 10pm. Crazy talk!
22k to Triacastela (population 900)
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| Over 800 years old. The tree, not me |
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