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When I set off there was a thick mist and very little light. My albergue was once again out in the countryside and so I walked in obscurity until the sun came up. All morning it drizzled and it was off again, on again with the poncho. I was clammy and damp with sweat and…
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Pouring rain to start off and mists over the fields. Well, that’s Galicia. Can’t be green without rain. Ponchos are a pain . They protect you from the wet but they retain body heat and the next stop is stripping off a few layers to stay comfortable. However by the time we had walked 5…
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Met some nice people yesterday. One who keeps turning up-Peter, a German who touches the grass every morning as he sets off and who lays his hands upon the old gnarled chestnut trees. The others were an Italian couple, full of fun and a French pair walking together. Today was the first day of the…
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I treated myself to a private room with my own bathroom and towels! I slept 12 hours straight. of course that meant I had to twiddle my thumbs for an hour waiting for the first glim of light and a cafe con leche from the cafe owner who gave me a pitying but indulgent look…
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It poured with rain last evening and everyone was apprehensive about the day to come. We need not have worried. It was a lovely day It was quite dark when I left but it soon warmed up and I got a bit hot. I really got hot when my Camino app showed the little blue…
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Her name was Paula and she was perfectly behaved. Victor who got four pretty elderly people up on their various steeds revealed that his ex wife lived in Montreal. A snort and a snicker from Paula and me, a reserved Spanish lady and a couple from Texas were off. Getting off was even more bizarre.…
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I was a bit nervous about today as the guide books talked about two paths-one spectacular and desperately difficult. The other was described as a walk along a highway with little to recommend it. In the dorm with me was Carmen, a woman a little younger than me also travelling alone . We talked it…
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Not too far and a good trail. I arrived in Villafranca by 13:30 and had time to shower and wash my clothes. I set off through the steep little town …many streets are sets of steps, with handrails. However everything was shut for siesta of course so here I am in the lovely municipal garden…
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It was not so cold today. I liked the little town. There was a transplanted Texan who opened for breakfast and apologized for not having tortillas ready. Coffee and toast with chopped tomatoes and oil were fine for me. Nobody had talked much about the descent into Ponteferrada. Maybe they didn’t want to scare us.…