I started yesterday in Triacastela. The plan was to hike only 11.5 miles to Sarria. I started out the day feeling pretty good. Nothing terribly sore for a change. The hiking was typical of the Galicia region. Many small villages with farms and cattle ranches fill the vast rolling countryside. The cattle here are seemingly all light-colored. Blonde with light eyes it seems. Very beautiful.
Tony and Molli strolled into O’Cebreiro yesterday afternoon. They had put down a 23 mile day. Understandably the elevation gain had taken its toll. We were all pretty whipped. The three of us and Michael from Ireland had dinner together. It was good to catch up.
Walking through a beautiful river gorge on a winding road. Bird song abundant and vociferous, came from every direction. Dawn broke, the sound of the rushing river rinsed away my last remaining negative energy. Today’s hiking; Bliss.
Yesterday’s hike was quite nice. The mountains and valleys are varying shades of green and seem to go on forever.
The scenery changed today. Behind me is the Meseta. In front of me are mountains. The fields of wheat, wine, sunflowers and hay, have given way to forests and rolling hills. The climbs are gradually, the view serene. The people I pass now seem different from when we began. Quiet, content, focused. Others are injured and hobbling, willing their way to the end of each day.