Grandas de Salime to A Fonsagrada - Closer horizon

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There is light. Over half way to Santiago, steepest climbs and descents negotiated, Asturias has given way to Galicia. Transition time. Santiago is within reach. Goodbye friendly albergue!
Time to travel - through wooded glens . . .
and along green laneways. 
Wayside chapels dot the countryside. Always welcome.
Apologies romantic bovines - don’t mind me!
The path diverted to roadway, 
and back to hillside climbing.

Ruins along the way, the stories these stones could tell,Over centuries, these walls have witnessed countless well intentioned pilgrims, mercenaries (walking the Camino on behalf of their benefactors) and numerous bewildered walkers like me shuffling past . .
or running by.. . such as Frederick from Denmark (no, not that one) who is jogging the Camino - and stopped by to say hi! At round 50kms a day he plans to do San Sebastián to Santiago in just over three weeks. Go for it, Frederick!

I decided walking is the safer bet - for scrambling upwards 
And taking time to enjoy the view.

The border between Asturias and Galicia sits along this ridge. Sancho was happy for the photo op.
In no time, a wayside bar appeared down the hill with lots of familiar faces - a welcome stopover.
From there, more lane-side walking with Andrea. 

Occasional wild flowers, 
And a noteworthy climb to town late in the walk - which as you can imagine,  is always a joy - NOT
Most comfortable albergue - found.
From which to find a bar, 
and watch the Wimbledon Men’s Final.

Today was about transition. From dreaming to realising the Primitivo can be done- the horizon where Santiago sits became closer and closer with each step. 







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