The feet hurt. They hurt a lot. Mikey’s advice for any of you who think walking a marathon each day would be cool: don’t.
Second note: no matter how comfy that bed is, get up! Do not linger around and wait until almost 9am before starting said hike. Otherwise, you’ll end up sunburned like Mikey.
Perhaps even more painful than the blistered heel was saying goodbye to the ocean. Today’s backward glances are the last we’ll see of the Atlantic as the path to Santiago from here on out will be inland.
“A single tear rolls down Mikey’s ….” wait, nope – that was sweat.
The stark whites of the Eucalyptus trunks contrasted with the deep blue of the sky and the radiant greens of the ferns on the forest floor.
Still, much of our day would be spent walking along long and hot country roads with little shade and no rest areas.
Mikey amused himself by finding the little things that were interesting. For instance, the above was carved into a hedge-line. Yes, it’s the name of the village, but there are only 3 houses in said community. I mean, they didn’t have a water fountain there, but someone painstakingly maintains the “hedge-marquee” for all six inhabitants. Talk about neighborhood pride.
Whereas the shells in Asturias (the last province we walked through) direct always towards the cluster of lines, the Galician markers rely wholly on a yellow arrow with no importance given to the shells’ orientation.
Damn, that’s a bit too thorough! OK – look at your hand. Spread your fingers and imagine that an ant is walking along each one and heading towards a piece of candy on your wrist. The ants are coming from at least 5 directions, but all are headed to the wrist. This is the Camino shell. All roads/paths lead to Santiago. The scallop shell can best be described as your hand. Point it one way and you know in which direction Santiago lies. Turn it around and the pilgrim walks another path.
Damnit! It’s official – Mikey has to light a candle for every pun from now on. Please, dear readers, someone must keep count.
Anyway, we stopped in for a coffee and fresh-squeezed orange juice when Mikey noticed this knot board. Mikey’s grandfather (and the basis for Dos Equis’ “The Most Interesting Man in the World” campaign), James Burnette, had been a Boy Scout leader and once presented Mikey with a very similar board that he had made. Call him biased, but Mikey thinks that Pop Jim’s Knot Board was way better!
At long last, we made it to Lourenzá. This is the monastery which was founded in the 10th century. Yes, the baroque facade was affixed a good bit later and now it houses a religious museum (closed), but Mikey lokes it!
Well, sometimes you just have to sit back, enjoy the fireworks, and try not to think about that laundry you left drying on the outside clothesline.
Happy Fourth of July, y’all!