Alto da Pena to O’Logoso - Bleak ‘Galician Sunshine’

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It rains a lot in Galicia! So when it is only misty, it is like a sunny day. ‘You can get a tan, from standing in the Spanish rain’ - that’s one for John Lennon fans.

Not pulling any punches - Today was wet and bleak.

No, no, not more taxi signs, please. Thankfully, there were none through Valencia or La Mancha. Gotta love that roadside.

And those footpaths, where ‘gravity leaps like a knife off the pavement’ -  a wonderfully graphic description from Paul Simon (from Queens NYC - like Jimmy).
The mist cleared and the sun came out momentarily. I noticed people coming the other way, i.e. returning to Santiago. We bid each other ‘Buen Camino’.

And there was scenery . . .
and a riverside path.  
The bleakness disappeared - I had arrived.

Once I was settled in, and was warm and dry, it rained again . . . 
It will be a lot wetter tomorrow - in the ocean at Finisterre. 

Bring it on!

Comments

  1. Anonymous11 July 2024 at 02:59

    Almost glad a pickup truck nearly passed you bye. Enjoy the Finisterra finish Señor Mike

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    1. Anonymous13 July 2024 at 16:28

      Yes, thanks. I was too. The bleak was beautiful. Or maybe I’m Still crazy after all these years

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  2. Lizzie11 July 2024 at 04:13

    How exciting to finally get salt water on your skin after such an epic journey. Enjoy 😊

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    1. Anonymous13 July 2024 at 16:32

      A long long walk - and the ocean is only moments away 😀

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