An elegant stone arch bridge lead to charming steep hills. It is as though the hills were dipped in concrete. Stone houses were stacked on top. Not a patch of earth to be seen. On slopes like these, earth would have long since wash away. It is well worth the climb.
Not conforming to 8:45am daylight, I’m off at 6:00am in the dark. There are always others walking with headlights shining too. Joyously I ran into a UK couple. Their son travels to meet them today. He has new underwear for each parent. They are rapturous over the prospect of this gift. Perhaps I should have had children.
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!
