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Day 32: Portomarin


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I had breakfast after about 8k and then continued on to finish in Portomarin, about 18k in total today.

Just after breakfast, I passed the 100k marker, wisely chiseled into the stone I stead of an easily stolen plaque. Apparently, the is precisely 100k to Santiago, assuming one accepts the accuracy...
I arrived at the albergue, I think the first person to check in, as I have my choice of all the beds. We have no common language between us, but am pretty sure he was trying to tell me that he'd bring me my 10€ change. Yes, there he is now.

As I was walking uphill today and eating some trail mix, I thought it would have been a perfect opportunity for some of Father Kelly's Steep Hill Fudge. Some of my family might remember that, although it's going back about 40 years. I think I may still have the recipe somewhere. I'll have to make some at Christmas.

Here are a few views along the way, the stairs into Portomarin, and the church with a great looking rose window. Unfortunately closed today for a private ceremony. I would have liked to see the stained glass of that window.

I've been walking around and enjoying the sunshine and busyness of this small town. I expect the busyness is all pilgrims, but it feels bustling without being overcrowded.

I considered the swimming pool, but decided it wasn't worth the €2 just to put my feet in the water. If I'd known there were so many pools, I would have brought a bathing suit.

Instead, I'm sitting in the shade having an agua con gas. I had a pizza for lunch and bought some fruit and yogurt for dinner.

Otherwise, nothing to do but read my book and send emails. Very relaxing. Life is just so damn easy. The only imperfection is the little bit cigarette smoke that keeps wafting my way. I could move, of course, but there would be effort involved and I just used all my effort to refill my glass...

Everyone staying in this albergue is either Spanish or Japanese. No one seems to speak English or French. Same in town. I didn't see anyone I knew or meet anyone I could talk to, except briefly with Jacima who was walking through to Gonzar.

Oh well, I guess that is bound to happen when I'm in Spain. There is much hilarity happening in the kitchen area, which is right next to the bedroom. I guess I'm feeling a little left out but it's good they are all having a good time.

Back to my book, then.

700 down, 100 k to go

700 down, 100 k to go

View to Portomarin

View to Portomarin

Bridge to Portomarin

Bridge to Portomarin

Stairs up, way up into town

Stairs up, way up into town

Portomarin Church, unfortunately closed

Portomarin Church, unfortunately closed

Posted by Deb Godley 17:48 Archived in Spain

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