Santiago to Oviedo - Singing and sauntering

Arume Bar in Santiago is so welcoming. Bar owner Habin shook my hand as I walked in, and asked me to play. Andoni the resident guitarist saw me and came over, gave me a hug, and we did a set. I love Santiago.

My hostel was close by the cathedral. After checking in, I went in search of a beer (well two actually).

And something to eat.

Later I met Camino friends for  dinner, and suggested we go to the Arume Bar - it was an open mic night.

Local artists played including one (Harry) who I knew from Finisterre as well as a Mexican guy who was fabulous. Andoni’s wife sang Stand By Me (blended with Every Breath You Take) with us.

Next morning, chocolate con churros hit the spot.
The rest of the day was a slow saunter around Santiago. My body appreciated it. I said goodbyes to various Camino friends and had an early night.
I dropped the key in the box, left the hostel.

I started making my way to the bus station. The cathedral precinct was almost deserted.
I sat down in the Plaza Obradoiro and looked up at the cathedral facade. I was alone.
What a contrast to the daytime pilgrim, tourist and ‘tourigrino’ traffic. 
A quiet walk to the bus station.
We left on time - bound for Oviedo in the province of Asturias, five hours away.
We passed through coastal cities and countryside close to the Camino del Norte. 

Some scenes from previous walks.
Right on time we pulled in to Oviedo.

I walked to the albergue near the cathedral. It was full. Oh well, I’ll worry about that later. A kind gentleman offered to take my photo.
Now where to stay? Ok I could start walking and see where I end up - the post read 323kms to Santiago- yeah, nah . . .
This route is called the Camino Primitivo, i.e. the first way. That is because in the 9th century just after the discovery of the tomb of Saint James at Santiago, King Alfonso ll of Asturias (aka Alfonso - the Chaste, hmmm interesting twist) walked from Oviedo to Santiago to confirm the authenticity of the discovery. Good job Alfonso! That’s him with the bird on his head.
The young people of Oviedo could be anywhere. I wonder what Alfonso would think.

You know you are in Asturias when . . .cider is poured.

The cathedral opened for mass. I was moved by the final blessing to send pilgrims on their way. 

By the Way, I have decided to stay in a hotel tonight. Sancho is pleased too.
Early tomorrow- I am out of here and heading for the hills, and Santiago down the track.