Flowers blooming in mid-October deserve more recognition.
As Jonah is swallowed by a fish, I am swallowed by the clouds. What a calming effect a lack of clarity has.
The most advantageous views of Vigo, a bustling commercial harbor, is from a distance. Fog was suspended between the ocean and sky. The view down was tremendous.
Tap, tap, tap…the sound is coming from the church. Its door is cracked open so I slipped inside. Restoration is a never finished task.
Why have one or the other if you can have both? Start the day in the woods and end on the beach. Merging two routes is a bit dicey. One minute I’m spot-on according to the GPS and minutes later I’m way off base. A local offers gloriously simple redemption, “Just keep walking any street that goes down and you’ll end at the beach.” I pocketed my devise and let gravity lead the way.
Crossing over.
Pewter sky. Pewter ocean.
Not wanting to end the day with exhaustion and sore feet, I used a baggage service. It was easy enough to purchasing a $4 zipper cloth bag for the nonessential. I’ve risen to a new standard. Happy feet!
Few pilgrims use the variant I chose. Hence, it doesn’t warrant GPS tracking. How is it that the simplest of written directions can be so baffling? When all else fails, Google map to the rescue.
Strategic planning lets me double-up. After today’s 14 mile walk, I grab a train followed by a taxi to Tui, Spain. It’s a crown jewel on the Portugués Camino Central Route. The second time I walked past the convent, the door was open. Inside I was greeted by a visitor. She explained the five resident cloistered nuns made and sold the most delicious cookies. Who could resist? To prevent interaction with the secular world, a revolving pass-through door was used. This enabled the nun (50-years in residence) to sell me cookies without setting eyes on me.
Linda Scandore 