By the time we were up and had breakfast, you usually felt like you could do this again today. 20 km? Seemed easy!
The sun was just rising as we started out.
Miguel was the kindest man. He saw us pondering which direction to take, and took the time to show us through the bus station and onto the trail.
It was going to be a lovely day.
We were pondering why the boats were lined up so perfectly in the distance. A passerby told us they were mussel farms.
This is where an aha moment would kick in and you would think "I'm seeing the sunrise while I'm walking in Spain." Amazing...
Different art installation...
Beautiful murals...
Loved this cat's face so much...
The enclosure at the top had a large concrete bath with sloped sides for washing the laundry. Many women could do their laundry at the same time, so it became a community gathering place.
These murals were so interesting...you had to take the time to appreciate them.
I laugh when I see this picture. I had a cooling rag, which I was using for the first time. Apparently, you need to wring it out more. I really don't sweat that much. The rag was awesome though!
Always happy to see some arrows...
This pub was just opening when we piled in. There were lots of Halloween decorations! Laura was still carting orangey spider web material days later!
Five people all with different coffee orders at once. He was good natured and efficient.
A great picture of Lynne and also an example of how homes along the trail get privacy. This screen is made of Christmas garland type stuff...very effective.
A bridge in the distance...
The blue gals...
Lots of mussel farms and a neat statue, which we didn't have time to investigate.
Wow! That is a big bridge.
The Rande Bridge was first opened in 1981.
I was pondering how slippery these steps would be in the rain...
Things like this really did bring a smile to our faces...
A place to wet the cooling rag and make sure to wring it out this time! It really did help. As long as it was still damp, when you shook it and put it back around your neck, it was still cool.
Lots of different houses along the trail...I cannot imagine how many people go by these houses in a year.
It was a spectacular day for walking...
Trumpet flowers as we called them. Their name is Brugmansia, but their common name is Angel's Trumpets. Very pretty...
And time for a foot station break...so far changing socks and using Vaseline was doing the job to prevent blisters.
Lots of grapes grown...
A pretty tile would catch your eye, but taking pictures took a minute or two. Take hiking poles off wrists. Find place to lean them for a second. Fish out phone. Take picture. Have a drink of water. Phone back in pocket. Hiking poles adjusted. And we're off...
I translated this into something like beware of the dog, he'll kill you. A little less violent, he bites?
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Tomorrow is supposed to be a shorter day. 11 km to Pontevedra...should be there by noon, right?
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