Blessings be!! Adrian's tags are found!

A few days ago, at the 88 km mark, The dog tags which Morgan had been carrying slipped off his neck. 

We had planned to take them to  Finisterre and put on the cross there. 

Morgan was completely devistated when he realised they were gone and we all shed tears. However, we talked about it and decided that it was a goid place to have left them as 88 is a double infinity sign , and so is our love for Adrian - a forever thing. We came to peace with it and had still agreed to go to Finisterre to symbolically  place things there for Age.

We also put it out to the universe that a pilgrim would find them and know to take them to Santiago Cathedral for us. I also used twitter with hashtags to ensure that message got out..(!)

So you can imagine our delight, a day before we walk into Santiago, that I get an email from a Portuguese guy walking the camino who has found them.

I've emailed him back and just hope his English is good enough to understand I want to thank him, buy him a meal and get the tags back. 

The Camino jungle drums have been working overtime huh?

Blessings Be!

Into Aruza

Wow.. The heat has really turned it up today with the temperature reaching, I believe, 36.. Far out.

Lots of open country roads on bitumen and little shade- so you can imagine the hear radiating upward and downward all day. 

Lots of stops and lots of water breaks. I have to admit softdrinks and icecreams were high on the list too. It is too hot to eat. Ikkk

Some shots from today.

I love signs graffitied like this. There was one waaaaay back near Ronsevalles which had 'don 't stop walking'..

 Open roads and clear skys. The shit hanging off our packs now is amazing, water bottles, cups, shoes and socks.. I think we look ( and sound ) like rag men.

Trying really hard to be excited about passing the 40 km mark. Its too hot to care. 

The hills keep rilling.. Nice and all.. But ever freaking ending...

Continuing my obsession with stine bridges..

At last in Aruza. We passed a bar with this enormous pot of paella. Its too hot toneat.. But man, this smelt so good. 

Into Beonte

We started today at the 60 km mark. Once again amongst the last in the Albergue to leave. We have sworn that the next few stops, even if we have to crawl using our eyelashes, that we will not stop at a government run Albergue again. 

They are super cheap, clean and spacious, but completely souless. The huge kitchens beckon you, but there is normally no shops around, and even if you brought something, often no pans or cutlery, plates or knives.  Its such a shame to see quality facilities shunned because the government group running it are too tight to supply blankets and wifi, kitchen utensils and slot machines for food items ( even if it were drinks and junk foods!)

Our walk today wound around woodlands and over streams. It was misty and cool at the beginning of the day, but gradually got hotter and more uncomfortable as the afternoon wore on. 

We stopped for a good hour for lunch ( wifi!! Yay!!) but particuarly for the famous grilled octapus.. Oh man.. It was so good. From the photo you can see that Lilly is less than impressed with ehat is on my plate. LOL!!

As the kids said, more crumbling churches, more stone bridges and stinky farmyards. 

Below a few shots from today, ending with a shot of the prize catch of the day, an Albergue with a pool!

Again, I splashed out tonight to have a private room ( own bathroom!!) in a place that had wifi. Its just nice to be in our own space, even if its a tiny room.