We continued on city/suburb sidewalks for the first half of today’s walkthe pretty sky behind us… almost forgot to look.As we walked through a town called Bierzo this morning, Jim said, ” I’ve never owned a tractor, never needed a tractor, but if I ever did want a tractor it would be this one!”We nearly panicked when the sidewalk and building began to run out and our usual breakfast stops were all closed. And then, this one, which has always been closed, was OPEN! the tostados and jam was especially gooddon’t need to know Spanish to tell this is a hardware store.strange location for this cute little churchAs we left Camponaraya, we walked past this statue honoring Lydia Valentín Pérez, Women’s Olympic Weightlifter from this part of Spain.and now a break from all those sidewalks!heading out into the vineyards and toward the mountainsthe path wound among the vineyards and an occasional forestthe gravel path and the cool morning air made it a relatively easy walk.the paved road or pathway, pilgrims choice, into Cacabelos.
On the way into Cacabelos, we stopped at a bar for a glass of fresh squeezed OJ and chatted briefly with Susie, a nice young lady from Ireland, currently living in Oxford, England. She was walking on to Trabadelo, another 10 miles to go. She asked for some ideas about places to stay the next few days and we offered some suggestions and she was soon on her way again.
We finished our juice and walked on into town center to our home for the rest of the day. ly Once again, we were able to check-in early to our hotel room when we arrived at 10:30!
our unusual, but very comfortable roomour hotel , Siglo XIX, in Cacabelos.
We followed our routine, had lunch in the hotel restaurant and had a leisurely afternoon blogging, reading and napping.
Jimandi 