I met Dennis at the hotel and was sure glad to see him. He decided to have lunch which is always a three course affair. I had eaten on the trail and didn't want to eat lunch so late. He had a piece of Pastel de Fonsagrada. I copied this photo off the Internet to show you. It was very rich and made of ground almonds. Supposedly it is only made in Fonsagrada and is the local specialty.
You will have to excuse the writing today, it is centered and blogger won't let me do it correctly but you will still get the idea. LOL We had a wonderful dinner last night. I had an omeletta with cheese. The omelettes here are so good because they gather the eggs daily. Dennis had pork loin. Dennis elected not to hike to today. He was feeling a little jet-laggy. It was very foggy when I started and the fog didn't burn off until close to 11:30. I was supposed to see the ruins of Hospital de Montouto on a hilltop but quite frankly, I could barely see the way markers in the soup of a fog.
There was some rain and as you can see in the photo I was in full rain gear. While I was at this little church, a very jolly Spanish hiker with a little pot belly asked if I was Americano and when I said yes, he gave me a yellow arrow pin and welcomed me to Spain. I love the people on the Camino!
Some of the trail views. This was like walking through a tunnel.
Finally the rain and the fog cleared.
This area, Galacia is known for these slate roofs.
At first I thought Dennis had made a big mistake in not hiking today. The first part was mostly downhill with some rolling up hill but then I hit the second half. OMGosh! I had two enormous and steep uphill sections. And they were as steep as anywhere in the previous days. The day turned out to be 16.4 miles.
Once I got through the fog, I eventually had some wonderful views. I had this little Italian man come up from behind and ask if I was American? And when I said yes, he said "Trump" and then circled his head with his hand and said, "Loco." and he laughed heartily and raced on. I had to laugh.
There are many of these little stone villages with just one or two families. They are really pretty against the greenery of the mountain.
A rather unusual storage facility. I felt like I was in Polynesia but I have sen these little thatched tings in other areas of Spain.
So I got to the hotel and there was a bathtup...a fullsize bathtup. Life is good on the Camino. Count your blessings. Love to you all!
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