Tricastala some 132 Kms left to walk

Just approaching O Cebreiro, (altitude over 1,000 m) The air was so damp if felt like you could drink it.


And now we are in the province of Galicia! 152 kms to Santiago de Compostela


Greetings from Tricastala,
I have been staying in hamlets and just passing through cities if you can call them that. Yesterday, I climbed all day and then climbed some more to the highest part of the camino. I thought I might like to stay in the village at the top, O Poio (1,337 m) but opted not to. It was creepy in the fog and an old man told me as I was climbing the last steep chunk of the hill, that very few pilgrims opt to stay here. I am now in the province of Galicia. I walk through the fog and listen to the cow bells. Every now and then, the cows approach me as they are on their way to work. I was kissing a cow yesterday for a photo and lost my composure and dropped the camera so I will have to do creative camera work like I have done before when I travel without a camera. It just means giving my email address to lots of people...

This morning was glorious as I did the steepest descent on a surreal trail in the rolling hills of Galicia. I was reminded of the smell of Uncle Bill and Earl´s farm ie mucho manure... There are now waymarkers every kilometer or so now and I am just a little sad to see the numbers getting smaller. I am feeling so strong and fit so I can walk longer without a break and longer into the day. It also helps now that it is cooler so we don´t bake in the sun as we walk.

I am at a fork in the road so I need to go have a little breakfast and decide which route I want to take to today which will eventually take me to Sarria.

I have new camino friends now and seem to be surfing a nice wave in that area.

Sorry this isn´t very newsy. I just stumbled upon this internet place in an albergue so I hadn´t thought of what I wanted to say.

Until later. Marjorie