Beautiful tracks wind thier way through fields and forests in Galicia . I think, having now walked the whole trek, Galicia is by far the most beautiful, well signposted and possibly best maintained for its pathways. I do understand that its also the most popular given its proximity to Santiago. A huge amount of Europeans start thier camino from Sarria, so it makes sense to put a good amount of funding into this area.
After a fabulous sleep in our Albergue ( so comfy and warm I wanted to cry - seriously only those who have been pudhed past thier comfort zones csn fully appreciate this) we set off into the morning chill.
The kids are pretty pleased to see the number continually clock down. Its a real incentive as we walk, especially now we are under 100 km to go.
Most gateways into fields are holding together by wish and name only.
Morgan surveying the track ahead for the day.
Lone donkey standing vigil on the track.
Lots of track through farm yards in Galicia - cemented pathway with grating for cow poo winding its way round the stone buildings.
Casa Susana, one of the donativo cafes along the way. Its owned by an incredibly wonderful Aussie Lass from Bundaburg. She sets out bakery items, bikkies, coffee, wine, water snd fruit every day for pilgrims. She has this patio set out for thier comfort and rest and is such a beautiful gift back to the Camino community.
We were so blessed to have met her ( by chance.. By design..) she kindly showed us through her 130 year old home, which she is slowly getting renovated.
Again, someone living thier dream and something the kids and I have constantly been talking about since we started the pilgrimage.
Her home had been abandoned for many years before she bought it and was in very bad repair. She has managed to do some incredible things in the teo years she has had it. I adore her home!
The bottom of the house was for the cows and animals and still awaiting renovation. I didnt take any private photos out of respect, but take it from me, its rustic, charming and we all loved it.
We arrived in Portomarin pretty tired. I think, despite how much sleep we are getting, we are exhasted. Today is day 45 of walking. I know I will be well pleased to finish.
Something I hadnt realised last yime we were here, is that the whole town, including the 12th century church. Was moved, brick by brick up the hill to allow a resoviour to be built. The church - actually a temple, is a Knights Templar Temple, and sadly was closed when we visited.
92 km to go I think.... Its a wierd mix of being sad it will soon be over and joy.
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