Redondela to Pontevedra - Galician pipes are calling!

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That’s Francisco! He plays the pipes so beautifully and let me join in. We created a Camino flash mob! Phones came out, people laughed, we laughed- and then we moved on.
Farewell to A Casa da Herba Hostel. I shared the dormitory with an Irishman, and a Spanish father and young daughter - I thought what a fabulous experience for both- inspiring for me - so my daughters and son and grand daughter and grandsons, Dad/Grandad is totally on board if you want to do a Camino sometime.

Horreos typify the landscape of north west Spain. You know where you are when you see one - symbols of utility and grace and emotion!
Shady green paths, narled tree limbs . . .
And pilgrim sisters! She passed me in a flash - no way I (or Jake or Elwood) could keep up, she was on a mission from God.
Breakfast happened at exactly the right time. Steady stream of pilgrims passed by- some I know, most I don't. There were lots of them. Hmmm should I book ahead? No way Mike, wing it!
The way from here is busy because extra people join it from the 100 km point from Santiago [which was sometime yesterday afternoon when I was too hot and bothered to notice it]. Nevertheless, it was fun to catch up with Camino friends, I met on the first day out of Porto , and at random times since.
I heard the distant sound of Galician pipes getting closer with each step, and decided to sit close by and take out my guitalele. I found the key, I was almost in tune and with a few tweaks, starting quietly playing in the background - Francisco heard me, turned his head and smiled, and we played together for several minutes. A crowd gathered- people filmed and clapped and laughed. When most had moved on, I asked a Ukrainian woman to film us - she gladly took my phone- what a spontaneous moment of connection!
It was a shorter, and joyful walk today 
I reached the old town centre by early afternoon- found a lovely friendly hostel and checked in, showered, did laundry and then took my guitalele to a nearby bar. 
Time to be thankful! Three days to Santiago . . .

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