One of the most fun things about hiking the last one hundred kilometers of the Camino is how many people from other countries you meet.  We have had wine for the past couple of nights with our Swedish friends Yurban (phoentic) and Michael. They work together as orderlies in a mental institution.  They are right jolly companions and always have a laugh and a smile.

Right out of the gate this morning it was pretty (below).

The below canister gave me such a laugh...the wall of wisdom...Spanish humor.  It was for the people who started with their backpack too heavy.  We saw many people with big long staffs...hiking along and I told Dennis that I thought the Spanish just resell the same ones.  After about a day of carry a big long (heavy) stick, most people abandon them. Seemed like a good idea at first!

I thought this little cottage was adorable!

Below was a bar that we passed by.  Obviously they have served a lot of beer.

Above is a tribute for someone who died, probably on the trail.  Most people who die on the trail have either a heart attack or a stroke.  We have seen many people since we started the last one hundred kilometers who look like they haven't been out of their lazy-boy in many years. When we left this morning, we saw three people who had tied their boots (new looking) to their backpack and were trying other shoes.  One man was trying to walk on the trail in a pair of cheap shower shoes that Velcro across the top.  I am guessing he didn't make the day of about thirteen miles.

Look at this cute face above!

I can't get enough of the beautiful flowers and right next to this bouquet bush was the tree below, just starting to get its fall colors.

As Dennis and I approached this rest stop (below), we heard classical music playing from the sign.  That was certainly a first and as we got closer, a voice activated speaker blasted a commercial for an albergue

We are staying tonight at a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.  This woman picked us up at the  Casa de Concello (town hall) in O Pedruso.  This rooster must be the symbol of the town.  She will take us back in the morning to the exact same spot and we will continue on the Santiago de Compostela.

One of my favorite things about Spain and Portugal are the bread trucks that coming merrily tooting into town.  They deliver fresh bread to the households on a daily basis.  We need such a service!

The trail has definitely gotten easier than the long, steep mountains of the Camino Primitivo!  Nothing in Spain is flat so we have had a few mini-mountains to climb but they have not fazed us after the hard days.  Adios until tomorrow.