Day 41 - Finisterre

This morning we were off to Finisterre, on the "Death Coast".

The bus left at 9:00, and was mainly full of perigrinos, some of whom we knew. We were all anxious to see what the end of the world looks like, but didn't choose to complete the journey on foot for various reasons.

Apparently only a small percent of pilgrims that walk to Santiago carry on to Finisterre. The Catholic Church didn't recognize this as part of the St. James Way (it may now, not sure) because of its pagan connotations, but you now receive a certificate if you complete this last 150km from Santiago.

Our first stop was Ponte Maceira, with a beautiful medieval bridge, and a waterfall that spans almost the entire width of the river.

After 39 days on the Way with virtually no rain, it hasn't stopped raining (on and off) since we got to Santiago.  But as our guide pointed out, if you don't like the weather in Galicia, just wait five minutes.  And that was the truth of it as the fog, rain and sun came and went all day.

As we drive to Muros, a typical Galician fishing village, we passed through Paxareiras, where we have an excellent view of a long stretch of the coast.  This area, as the tour guide pointed out to us, was voted one of the best beaches in Europe.  The sand looked great but watching the Atlantic waves made one think it might be a wee bit chilly.  She also pointed out the stretch of the beach that is used for "natural" bathing, nude in our lingo. Apparently very common in Spain.

Muros is far enough from civilization and has a poor enough road access that it has remained much the same as it was 100 years ago.  We passed many quaint houses that looked like they had been there for 100 years, and likely were.

Most of us pilgrims ended up in the medieval church - it's what we do. It had beautiful stained glass windows, looked very used by the locals, and was being adorned with flowers for a wedding that was going to take place later today.

After visiting countless rural churches that look more like museums and smell of mold, it was heartwarming to see one that was obviously a well attended place of worship.

Next on to the Ezaro waterfalls on the Xallas River.  These have an interesting story behind them.  It seems the local hydroelectric company decided to build a third dam, which would have stopped the falls.  An environmental group took the company to court, and won, and the falls flow still. That too was heartwarming. In most of the world it's almost unheard of for a group of concerned citizens to win out over  the economic concerns of a large corporation. The tragedy of Empire.

Then to Finisterre, and you can see why the ancients thought this was the end of the world.  You look west, and there is nothing.  So how would you know that the sun hadn't died when it set and sank into the sea?

Pilgrims of old, and some still today, perform three rituals upon reaching Finisterre:bathing in the ocean; burning their clothes (a form of purification - can't help thinking it would get rid of any remaining bed bugs too); and, watching the sun go down in the west. Centuries ago, many people would go there as well, to die when they decided they'd reached the end of their life.

There is a cave in Finesterre into which the sun shines directly during the spring Equinox. Couples who have trouble conceiving apparently go to the cave and make love to overcome the problem.

Lynn thought the end point would be at sea level on the ocean, but it was at the top of a mountain. As the bus drove up the extremely steep slope of that hill, we could see the pilgrims slogging up along side. The final mountain to climb at the end of life.

Then back on the bus and off to lunch.  The problem is that in Spain lunch happens at 2pm, when North Americans are starting to wonder what is for dinner.  Of course we had sea food, starting with soup.  Throwing caution to the wind, we ate what was there.  Shrimp, clams, squid, octopus and  other unidentifiable seafood.  All good, just very, very odd looking.  The main course was grilled sole and hake, which sounded familiar and promising but was a bit of a disappointment: too much oil and full of bones.

Next stop, Muxia, probably best known to us as the location where Martin Sheen threw his son's ashes into the sea, in the movie The Way.

You better be facing the right direction as the wind is fierce.  The rocks, all granite, and the sea are incredible.  There is a huge flat stone, called the Pedra de Abalar, which "moves" should a warning of impending danger be required.

There is the Pedra dos Cadris, or kidney stone shaped rock rock, which one is supposed to crawl under and over nine times to cure what ails you.  Although if you can do it nine times, there can't be much wrong with you. Pilgrims also receive a certificate if they travel here.

Muxia is also the birthplace of the horreos, or grain storage bins we have seen in Galicia.  They seem to have two forms of decoration on top; a cross and/or pointed top.  The Christian cross and a pagan symbol of fertility.  Christianity may not run quite as deep as you would think in parts of Spain.

Then back to Santiago, with the realization that our time in Spain, and abroad in general, was about to end.

This is now the last posting in our blog. We have enjoyed sharing our adventures in Spain with you, our friends, along the Way. It has helped us sort through our thoughts and feelings, and left us with a written journal of our days on the Camino.

We came on this journey seeking divine guidance and transformation. As Brierley quotes, 'it is time to stop being the person you once were and start being the person you have become'.

Amen.

Day 40 - Santiago

When we got to our hotel room yesterday, Russell sat there looking very sad, and said 'I feel like someone let the air out of my balloon'. How many of us with children have watched them having fun with a balloon and then been absolutely devastated when it pops. It happens so quickly and unexpectedly, the noise as it pops is frightening, and they're not prepared for the fun of it all to end so suddenly.

Such is the Way. Although it was very long, difficult, and challenging, it was doubly rewarding. We experienced magnificent views from mountain tops,  peaceful valleys, charming villages, and interesting pilgrims to walk with. We also had manure to dodge, bed bugs to deal with, steep descents to worry about losing control on, and the constant fear of injury. But throughout it all, we had Santiago as our leader and guide, and Christ as our companion.

This morning we had allowed ourselves to sleep in until 8am, but we both slept so well, we were up at 7. That enabled us to be at the Cathedral at 9am when it opened.

We toured the museum and then went to the mass at 11am, where they swung the botafumeiro.

Right after the mass we went to get in the line to visit the sepulcher of St James, followed by hugging the Apostle.

Not exactly the prescribed order of the ritual, but because everyone was watching the botafumeiro, we were close to first in line to visit the sepulcher when the mass finished. The high alter is absolutely magnificent, and a glorius tribute to St James and the millions of pilgrims who have followed his Way. When we had hugged St James and were back in the Sanctuary, the line was right round the church, so that was excellent timing!

We next wanted to visit the Portico, which is undergoing major restoration, but the  noon Pilgrim's Mass was starting, and the Portico was barred. So we visited the Bishop's Palace, and then went to find where we had to be at 9am tomorrow to get on our bus tour. That was followed by lunch, and then back to the Cathedral Portico.

Unfortunately, we couldn't fulfill the rest of the ritual, as it is no longer permitted to place your hand in the Tree of Jesse, the central column of the Master Mateo's masterpiece Door of Glory, which has Christ flanked by the apostles and, directly underneath, St. James sits as intercessor between Christ and the pilgrim. Millions of pilgrims over the centuries have worn finger holes in the marble as a mark of gratitude for their safe arrival (which is why it is now barred).

You also can no longer butt heads with Maestro Mateo on the other side of the column, to receive some of his artistic genius, as he too needs restoration!

The Cathedral visit complete, we visited the Contemporary Art Museum (a complete change of pace to say the least), the Parador Hotel at Santiago, and the Peregrino Museum.  Feet aching, we returned to our hotel at 5pm, to rest.

We were very blessed on our journey with good weather and good timing. Of the entire 791.2km we have reported traversing, 6km was walked in the rain. Absolutely remarkable. And all of the places that have long queues, we arrived when the line was very short! And even though we were unable to complete the pilgrim rituals we had looked forward to, we have felt the healing redemption granted to followers of Santiago.

Summary - today we 'arrived' at Santiago de Compostela.

Day 39 - A Rua to Santiago

The hotel in A Rua seems to be run by a husband and wife and their son, with the son trying to bring the place into the 21st century, as far as technology goes.  He had a bar code reader and scanned our passport, much more advanced than any of the other places we have stayed on this journey.

As mentioned, we had a patio in a lovely garden with chairs and tables, although it had rained a bit during the day so things were a bit damp.  Nevertheless, we took advantage of the garden and sat outside most of the day.

The supper last night was again wonderful, a cut above the perigrino special - but much more expensive to compensate.

The room was okay, but not very clean and unfortunately, it was hot all night with no air conditioning. Worse,  the bathroom had a strong smell of urine in the floor tiles (at least lets hope it wasn't the mattress) and neither one of us thought to close the door. So between the heat, the dirt, the odour, and the excitement of reaching Santiago tomorrow, the sleep was less than the best.

Breakfast was marvellous, real scrambled eggs, and cold cereal, foods we haven't seen in weeks.

The morning was cool and damp, and once again we walked through forests of eucalyptus.  The aroma was strong and you wanted to take deep breaths through your nose, which did wonders to clear the nasal passages. As usual, there were many climbs and descents, some steep, some more gradual.

We were somewhat amazed by the small number of other perigrinos on the trail.  It was unclear whether they had gone further yesterday and were well ahead of us, or if they were starting later or starting from someplace further back.  The numbers did pick up a bit when we were entering the city, but we saw a mass of pilgrims coming in to the old city after we had gotten our compostelas and were returning back along the Camino to get to our hotel (so that was lucky timing).

We contemplated what St James represents to us today as we walked the final kilometers of this epic journey. Santiago has been our constant companion. His statue is a frequent marker on the Way, often standing sentinel as you enter a city and/or  watching as you exit, welcoming you and blessing you on your Way. He also graces most of the churches along the Way, portrayed as a pilgrim but also as Matamoros, or Moor slayer. As mentioned previously, there is no conclusive evidence that James ever came to Spain, but that doesn't change the indisputable fact that St James was largely responsible for bringing Christianity (back) to the area. Thus, to us, St. James was our leader, our guide, leading us to the Light of Christ. We trusted in him, believing that following his Way, or the Way of pilgrims following what they believed was his Way, would lead us to the Light.

We also thought more about the lessons learned on the Camino.  Like the Way, life is a full of ups and downs, sometimes you climb mountains, sometimes gentle hills. The descents can be so steep it almost kills you going down. But really, much of life is like the meseta, relatively flat, and a bit boring. You think it's easy going, but it is the hardest part. When things get flat, you start to question 'why am I doing this', 'what is the purpose of it all', 'when will it end'? How you handle the mesa, in large part, probably determines how content you are with life.

Probably the most important lesson to be learned walking the Way, is that the path is covered in places with manure. You try your best to walk around it, but there are times when you just can't avoid stepping right in it, and when you are most weary from the days journey, you don't even try.

The walk into Santiago was much like that into the other large cities.  The road became paved, the houses denser, traffic heavier, and at one point we passed a jet airplane getting ready to take off.  Reality bites, and here it was biting hard.  The serenity of the rural walk being replaced by the frenzy of modern life.

And then, just as we were getting near to entering Santiago, we noticed a  group of bike perigrinos standing near two parked cars at the bottom of a steep hill on a curve.  We feared the worst, that some biker had been hit by a car.  As we approached, we saw a very dazed biker sitting in the ditch near his bike.  As we walked on, we saw an ambulance speeding to the crash site. We later found out that he had been celebrating his reaching Santiago by waving a Spanish flag in each hand, and had lost control of the bike and had crashed.  We were told that he had either cracked or broken his collar bone.  So close to his goal, which now, may be too far.  It wouldn't surprise us if he got patched up and somehow walked the last few kilometres to get his Compostela.

The way through Santiago to the old city was well marked.  We stopped for a coffee and pit stop, prior to making the final push to the cathedral.  The walk to the Cathedral took a bit longer than expected, as once we entered the old city, the markings became poorer, then seemed to vanish.  We asked a local at one point if we were on the Camino, and she spoke English and started telling us it was far away from where we were. Lynn pointed to a plaza 10 metres away and said we were on it there, and the person just shrugged. We had read in Brierley not to ask the locals the Way because they don't know, and that encounter rather proved his point. We went back to the plaza and figured out where we went wrong, and arrived at the cathedral moments later.  

We went in to the Cathedral and were in time for the 12 noon mass, which we took. It brought tears to the eyes of many a peregrino, including Lynn, being there in that sacred place after that long and difficult journey.

Right after mass we went to the Peregrino office and got our compostela, a process which reminded us of standing in line for the Empire State Building.  First the line to enter the courtyard, then the line to enter the building, then the line up the stairs, then the real line.  It didn't really take all that long, it was just amusing, in a way.  As we were coming out, we noticed the line was now well down the street and a mass of perigrinos were arriving. So we timed that just right.

They recommended that you not visit the Cathedral with your gear, so we found out they would swing the incense burner tomorrow at the noon mass and at the 7:30pm Pilgrim mass, and decided to complete the pilgrim ritual that takes place in the Cathedral tomorrow. We then went looking for our hotel, having a comfortingly familiar piece of pizza for lunch on the way.

Happily, the hotel is fairly modern,  very clean, has a bathtub, air conditioning, and a charming view which includes the Cathedral, a lovely garden, a pussycat on the balcony across from us, and lots of tiled roofs.

Friday, we will finish what we walked all this way to do, enter the Cathedral by the Porticol, touch the statue of St James, and hug the statue from behind. We will also attend mass when they swing the giant Botafumeiro.

On Saturday, we go to Finesterre, Muros, the waterfall at Ezaro, and Muxia. This time on a guided bus tour!

Summary - we are in the city and have our Compostela, but tomorrow we will arrive at our destination.

Distance today - 19km
Distance final - 791.2km

Day 38 - Arzua to A Rua

The pension we stayed in last night was very clean and spacious. The mattress did not have a cover, but the room was so bright and clean that it just didn't look like bed bugs would be a problem, and they weren't.

The restaurant in the pension seemed to be the most popular in town, and there were lots of restaurants in town. We noticed in the afternoon that it was continuously packed with people eating.

We were so exhausted, from the long walk yesterday and the lack of sleep the night before, that we both fell asleep and didn't wake up until 8pm. We thought of skipping supper, but decided we better go. When we got downstairs the restaurant was full and there was a queue of people waiting for a table, with lots more showing up every minute. We decided that the indicators all pointed toward this being a pretty good place, and waited until 8:30 for a seat.

We certainly weren't disappointed. After 40 some days in Spain, eating virtually exclusively the peregrino special, we had one of the better suppers we have had so far.  It was an example of a venture that appreciates the customer and goes the extra distance to make you happy. Of special note, instead of french fries we had potatoes boiled in saffron. Overall, the entire meal had the least amount of oil and salt yet, and the most herbs.

Our pension, unfortunately, was on a busy street again with a bar popular with the local youth right across the street from our window. We had a good night's sleep in spite of that. We were tired, it was cooler, there was lots of ventilation in the room between the main and bathroom windows, the traffic eventually died down and the local kids left.

We noticed at breakfast that there seemed to be three variants of perigrinos: the in the dark walkers, the breakfast people, and the sleeping in taxi walkers.

We have made some disparaging comments about people in Spain never working. Well there are lots of people in Spain who work very hard and very long hours. People in the hotel and food industry in particular. The cook in the restaurant was there early this morning and late last night, and when we mentioned that to him, he said he was there all day, every day.

The walk out of Arzua was lovely, a dirt road/path through a forest.  We continuously walked through eucalyptus forests, some natural, and some planted, that gave the air a marvellous smell.

As we walked today we talked about how we had gotten side tracked lately from really noticing, enjoying, and appreciating the beautiful landscape we were passing through.

Not unlike every day on the Camino, we climbed to beautiful views, descended to peaceful valleys, and walked through fragrant forests.

We thought about the similarity between this and life. To experience magnificence in life, you have to work hard. To find true peace in life, you have to have endured descending into the depths of despair. And to be happy and content, you need to walk with God.

We passed an old woman, in a field with her sheep, standing under an umbrella.  But by this time the camera was safely packed in the backpack, so no picture.

Today we encountered our first real rain while walking, after about 10km.  While not a downpour, it was enough to make you stop and put on your raingear.  But for the most part, it was overcast with the sun peeping through the clouds.

The fellow in our 1* hotel today told us this is the driest summer in 50 years. Well, we have certainly not seen much rain the entire time we have been here.

As for the 1*, this is certainly an okay place. It's out in the middle of no where and 4km farther from Santiago than we expected to be today, but we have a patio in a garden, with an overhang, so even though its raining we can still sit outside.


We can't believe that we are now just 19km from Santiago. In Brierley, he poses the question of what does Santiago (St James) represent to you as you follow his Way?

Certainly, we have seen statues of him all along the Way. Something to contemplate as we journey the final steps tomorrow.

It has been an incredible and meaningful journey, the real significance of which will take years to comprehend.

Nevertheless, we are both getting weary to the bone and will be glad when we reach Santiago tomorrow.

Summary - a very fragrant walk today, with much contemplation, sadness that the journey is reaching its conclusion, and relief.

Distance today -16km
Distance total - 772.2km

Day 37 - Palas de Rei to Arzua

The room in our pension in Palas de Rei got an OK rating from Lynn as far as a total mattress encasement system went, but that was about its only positive feature.

One glaring problem was that the room was very small and it was filled up entirely with a cot and a double bed. We had just gotten into the room and were taking off our boots when there was a knock on the door and there was the manager (although it took quite a while to figure that out) explaining to us in an interesting combination of Spanish and English that there was a problem with the water in the room we were supposed to have, which was on the other side of the pension and had twin beds. So we had gotten this room, which had a double bed, and since we asked for twin beds, they had brought in the cot - and how did we feel about that? We put our ringed hands together trying to tell him we were married so a double bed was OK and please take away the cot so we would have room to turn around in there. In the end, the cot did disappear.

Unfortunately, it was very hot yesterday (and didn't cool off all night) and our room: had no air conditioning; it was located on a very busy street with traffic zooming by; it was right over the busy main floor bar; the bar had hired a guitarist with a very poor voice who spent the evening until the bar closed at 2am serenading the bar dwellers, many of whom were loudly 'singing' along; all the while  the singing was accompanied by the constant and steady breaking of glass bottles being deposited into the on-street recycling bin.

We tried closing the window, but that barely dimmed the noise and we almost died from the heat. Needless to say, we got very little sleep. You couldn't help wondering if we had gotten our intended room on the other side of the pension if that would have been any better? Not likely.

The supper at the hotel was the usual pilgrim's menu, simple but good. Unfortunately, it was so hot that Lynn really couldn't eat anything and felt bad about all the wasted food. We got into a great conversation with a group of pilgrim's from Australia, but the stifling heat in the restaurant was even making that unpleasant.

Once again we wonder how exactly the Michelin guide gets it's contours.  The map looked more or less flat for today but we spent all day climbing and descending.  The Tee Travel guide did show it as being a hard day. We started out early and there were lots of pilgrims. At the middle of the day we seemed to be ahead of the pilgrim mob, but as the day wore on, more and more pilgrims appeared on the trail.  It was rather obvious that many of the walkers intended to get their stamp, walk for a bit, and then cab it to the end point for the day where they would get their second stamp. Oh well, that is their Camino not mine.

One of the interesting items we have been noticing, and is common in Galicia, are the "horreos" or grain storage bins.  These are built above ground and were intended to allow grain, particularly corn, to be stored above the reach of rats.  While modern agriculture has rendered these superfluous, most houses still have them and new ones are still being constructed.

Today's walk was, as expected, long, hot, and exhausting.  But we made it in better time and condition than might have been the case. We're still 'fast' in comparison to your average peregrino.

It actually gently rained today for about 5 minutes. A first for our Camino. It's our 33 day of walking, and we have just about exhausted our mental, physical, and spiritual reserves and are looking forward to finishing this and going home.

We were attempting to fly by an older gentleman pilgrim from North Carolina today on a steep incline who was determined to engage us in conversation, and luckily for all, succeeded. He asked if we knew why we were doing this,  and said he had been asking himself this question and thought that perhaps the why would take years to answer. We told him we had been asking ourselves the same question and also expected it would take years to know the answer.  He said he had a daughter with bulimia, and had spent years trying to stop blaming himself for her problems. The wheel turns!

And for those who wonder what the walking is like, it is 22km from downtown Ottawa to Kanata.  We have been doing that, on average, every day!

Summary - Santiago is in sight, just two more 'easy' days.

Distance today - 30km
Distance total - 756.2km

Day 36 - Portomarin to Palas de Rei

Well, Margie arrived at the resort in grand style last night. When her husband joined her at Ponferrada he brought about ten other friends from the Y in New York. He is apparently a director at the (Queens?) YMCA. Our resort being 800 metres off the Camino, they all decided it was fair to take a cab there (however, we have found out that under any circumstance they seem to  think it is fair to take cabs) so they arrived en mass with a great fanfare in a large number of cabs. Russ and Lynn were at the bar uploading the blog (it was the only place with wifi) and we gave Margie a big hug. We talked for a bit and then they all went off to check in and go do what pilgrims do after a long day of walking (laundry, shower, snooze).

The supper at the hotel was excellent once again.  It is very obvious that the owners are going out of their way to make the visitors feel at home.  The hotel was very full again, plus a few people seemed to come just for dinner, attesting to how good it was.

They had set up a long table for the New York crowd so we didn't really have an opportunity to talk with Margie. The resort was full of Americans, some of whom seemed to be doing a lot of complaining. No wonder they have a bad reputation! We noticed that the cook had a very polite way of listening to their various complaints (about just about everything, no menu, the room, the wifi, the lack of air conditiong - which we had - on and on) and then he just shrugged and took off.

We, on the other hand, were very pleased with everything about the accommodation and made sure to tell them. We especially loved their homemade wine and I think they gave us more of it than we were really entitled to, which wasn't necessarily a good thing. After supper we tried to have a 'hang out' with the kids, but the wifi was just too unreliable. As we left, Lynn had a european embrace with the cook and Russ shook his hand mightily.

Walking back to our room we noticed how dark it was, and so we went out on our deck.  The sky was crystal clear and there were an uncountable number of stars visible.  That was quite an awesome sight.

This morning we got going at 8am.  A pair of woman sitting next to us exclaimed that that was really early.  We explained that we had started as early as 6:30.  That really didn't seem to register. Later we heard them discussing how they would walk for a bit and then take a taxi to the next town, as they wanted to make sure they had enough time at the spa!  Different Caminos for different people.

After we finished breakfast we talked to the fellow on breakfast duty about whether we should get back to the Camino along the river or the road. We discussed the pros and cons of each route and opted for the road. Just as we were setting out we heard the roar and saw the headlights of his off road 'excursion' jeep, and he came zooming out of the garage and offered for us to get in. Russ started to protest saying we would walk but Lynn thought it would be really fun to have a ride in that thing and very rude to refuse his generous offer.  Three other men came out at the same moment and he gave the five of us a very exciting ride to where the Camino left Portomarin. Another european embrace for Lynn and hearty handshake for Russ.

The guide book warned us that the number of walkers would increase exponentially after Sarria, and that was no exaggeration.  There were more people than we have ever seen.  And they were very awed and bewildered with  our grand arrival at the point where the  Camino exited the city. And many were displaying the same problems that we had seen after Roncesvalles.

The province of Galicia has been exceptionally dry this summer.  We saw a military helicopter heading north, followed by two prop planes.  It was then we saw the two areas of smoke in the distance, obvious forest fires. We were sad that there were fires but glad that they were not on the south side of us which would have put us all in danger.

The walk was clear of fog today, with sweeping and majestic views of mountains and valleys. We also walked pretty much exclusively on sendas (ie, as opposed to walking on busy highways). Nonetheless, we are both glad we are nearing the end.  The temperature today was 29 and both of us are getting worn out from the walking. We are perfectly good for 20km, then it just gets hard. Today was 25km, and the last few were really tough.

The one thing we do notice, and unfortunately it calls up un-Christian thoughts, is the seeming lack of any concern on the part of many of the bicycle riders for the walkers.  They have this tendency to ride three or four abreast, and sneak up behind you without any warning.  A few have bells, but not many.  They then have to pass in formation, making no attempt to dissolve into a single file. It just gets very annoying having to stop and scrunch yourself up along the edge of the trail for them to zoom by without putting themselves to any inconvenience.

We stumbled into town, beaten up and sore, but happy to see our matress is contained in a cover. In this regard, poor Russell is now experiencing the full consequences of our night in Villadangros. He is covered with boils and skin eruptions from the bed bugs. He was trying to deny it but a check on the Internet revealed the truth of the cause of the sores he is absolutely covered in. It says it can take up to 14 days to react, and react he has. We got a tube of cream from the Farmacia and almost used the entire tube dealing with his multitudinous blotches. His bed was crawling with them whereas Lynn's only had a few. So it didn't seem fair she had bites and he didn't! Well, in the end, he certainly did get the lions share.

Lynn is really worried because we have 30 km tomorrow and she is really hitting the wall at 20 now. She is going to figure out some way of bringing her running shoes to change shoes along the way. We just hope it isn't so deathly hot tomorrow. A very early start is certainly in order. Tomorrow is the last hard day. Wednesday is 20km and Thursday is 15km. So if we survive tomorrow (which we must), we are home free.

Summary - we are nearing the end with the number of walkers increasing by leaps and bounds, and cabs are doing a very good business.


Distance today - 25km
Distance total - 726.2km

Day 35 - Portomarin

The resort we are staying at is completely full, and it seems all are peregrinos. We didn't see any menu posted for dinner but we were just too tired to walk 1km into the town looking for a peregrino special. It seemed everyone else staying here was there for supper too - the restaurant was packed.

We sat down for dinner and all the food just started to arrive-no menu, no prices. We think maybe dinner is included here - hope we don't get a nasty surprise. It was like going to someone's house for supper, where they go to a lot effort to prepare a nice meal for you, and you just get what they serve.

In any event, the dinner was delicious and the cook (who had a diploma attesting to the fact he had taken a course in food safety and preparation displayed) was fussing about making sure everyone was enjoying his dinner.

Usually the wine that comes with the meal is pretty inexpensive and low grade (vino de meson - aka table wine). The wine served here is home made from their own grapes growing just outside the dining room,

but tasted like our favorite Ontario wine, Konzelman shiraz. The lettuce in our salad was also growing right outside.

There was a group from Los Vegas with their Spanish friend leading them, that had just started the Camino today from Sarria. One of the ladies was heartbroken because she had twisted her ankle at the restaurant in Sarria in the morning and after walking to Portomarin it was badly swollen and bruised, so was going to have to take a cab to her hotel in Palas de Rei today. It sounds like they had been planning to do the Camino with their Spanish guide for many years - so it would certainly be disappointing. They were staying at a spa today, so she was going to have a spa, massage, etc and hoped she would be able to walk the next day. Best wishes to her, but I think it would take a miracle, judging from the look of her foot.

I asked if they were travelling with Tee-Travel and she said no their Spanish friend had arranged everything. That made me feel pretty good about this place where we have 'their best room'. It seems the Spanish friend has them staying only in the best places!

They didn't look like your typical peregrinos either, they were very well dressed both at dinner and breakfast. Actually, these peregrino clothes of ours are starting to make us feel like poor, inappropriately dressed folk - especially in nicer hotels - but we have no 'good' clothes to put on, and no where to put any if we had them.

Today was our last day off, before we complete our trek to Santiago. Four more days of walking left.

We did the tourist thing today, with the understanding that we would not spend all day on our feet.

We first walked down to the rio Mino.  At the moment the river is a wide shallow stream, but during the early part of the year, January, the river covers the medieval bridge.

The original bridge, which dates to roman times, was rebuilt in medieval times and joined the southern district of San Pedro with the northern district of San Nicolas. The river formed a strategic boundary and consequently the area had a turbulent past.

In 1962, a dam was built which created the Belesar reservoir.  Much of the original town was submerged by the waters, and what remains gives one the impression of a place inhabited by ghosts.

Several of the important historic monuments, including the capela de Santa Marie

and the Romanesque church of San Nicolas, 12th century,

 were disassembled and relocated to higher ground before the lower areas were flooded.

The cobbled main street of Portomarin, rua Xeral Franco, has handsome stone colonnades on both sides.

As we were admiring the square, a large contingent of motorcycles paraded through town.  It seems there is a gathering in an adjacent town.  It was unclear whether this was an annual event or not, but it seems to re-enforce our ability to find fiestas.

And last but not least, we sampled the famous Portomarin tarta. The only way being to buy a whole pie.

This pie features healthy food choices like butter, sugar, flour and almonds, and living up to its reputation, was absolutely yummy.

Our bodies are thanking us for this day off.  The collective punishment of 700km is starting to tell. Lynn had a foot massage today too (hers only cost 2 euros in the machine in our common room), and that coupled with a day of rest, should make her fit as a fiddle for the final push to get that certificate.

Another nice thing about our day off here is that Margie and her husband are walking here today and staying in the same resort. So we will be staying in the same towns (likely in the same hotels) and getting to Santiago at the same time. It's so nice to meet up with her again, and have the opportunity to finish the journey with someone we've know the whole way. She's also been in touch by e-mail with jack and george et al and we'll get the gossip at dinner tonight.

Yesterday our enthusiasm was at all time low but today we are feeling renewed, refreshed, energized, happy, and eager to carry on with the journey. We are both asking ourselves the question 'why did I do this?' The answer will likely take many years to reveal itself. But we are both certain it has been a transforming experience.