The cyclist peregrino is an enigma. Peddling e-assisted or old school Flintstone style, cyclists appear from nowhere in groups (never alone) of two up to twelve. They can part a sea of pilgrims, approaching from behind without ever ringing their bells. As they pass, most kindly offer an encouraging ‘Buen Camino’.
How considerate that they choose to share the way with us when they have the option of designated cycle routes. We wish them a ‘Buen Camino’ too!
Last night after signing off, I didn’t go to bed. I went to dinner and had the most delicious Paella Arroz Negro, under the trees.
As I went to leave, local musicians and dancers arrived again. Perfect timing all round!
Wonderful traditional rhythms and melodies.
Then it was time for bed, as breakfast commenced at 5am - for pilgrimator early birds intent on the 39 km trek to Santiago de Compostela Cathedral.
I shuffled out closer to 8 am.
Stopped into a church . . . Santiago dreaming on such a summer’s day 🎵
Passing by some Peregrino companions queuing for stamps
And I was off - sharing the path and chatting along the way.
Wondering - what’s with these stickers that cover signs and posts?
Around morning tea time, it looked like rain would set in. I got the red hobbit coat ready.
But did not need it. Mild sunny weather went with me towards O Pedrouzo.
Stopping only to admire the rich colours of Galician Hydrangeas
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The Mirador Albergue, home for the night, greeted me
it was time to share the pool - rather than the path.
Fabulous - first time ever staying in an albergue with a pool 🏊♂️.
Tomorrow- an early dip; then off to Santiago! |
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