Oh, What A Beautiful Morning, and I was stepping lively.
I spent last night in Ancora, and it was back to the seaside for most of today’s walk.
I wish all of the markers were this size.
I have no idea what this says, but it is clearly inclusive, and the little figures are 3-D, reaching out towards whoever is standing in front of it.
All of the benches were painted with flowers on the back. This was my favorite.
Another Bom Camino.
No matter how small the village is, the Portuguese take pride in their seaside art.
Another nod to the importance of fishermen in the Portuguese Culture.
Not such a bad place to graze. There were some goats, too.
Camino - A horizon of sea and mountains
This was on a sign. "With renewed energies for the Way, pilgrims or walkers are treated to a natural landscape marked by the maritime sounds and smells of a sometimes rough ocean and a horizon of fields and mountains where, in the distance, the approach to the mouth of the Minho River and the land of Galicia can be sighted.” That mountain, surrounded by clouds, is Spain.
I sat down to eat the chicken sandwich I had made from dinner last night, and I started to think, Is it the day I cross over to Spain? I knew I had to take a boat at some time. I began to read online, and yep, it was. I was immediately concerned that I had overshot where I was supposed to catch the boat. There is nothing I hate more than having to backtrack. When I found it on the map, it indicated that I was 18 feet from the dock. I turned out to be more like the length of a football field. Proof that God is looking out for me - even though I didn’t do my homework last night. It wasn’t exactly a big boat, and it only cost 6 Euros.
Goodbye Portugal.
Hello Spain.
My boat captain was such a nice man, but I couldn’t understand a word of his English. He did manage to convey that Spain time was an hour ahead of Portugal time.
I had no more than gotten off the boat when I had to climb up that mountain. I was kinda loving the flat seaside walk.
The trail was beautiful, with overhanging branches.
It’s pretty easy to follow, as it was well-marked.
I have been told by Spanish pipers that the bagpipe originated in Galicia. I have read many variations on the history, with several countries claiming them. I do know that the Galacian pipes are a bit smaller and have a slightly higher pitch. I love bagpipes, but there is also a sense of sadness when I hear 'Amazing Grace' played. I have attended several funerals for those who were “in the line of duty,” deaths, and they always feature a piper playing that song.
Dinner was about as uninspiring as it gets. I walked around for about an hour and couldn't find any restaurants open. At 7:50, I couldn’t find anywhere that looked like they were going to open. I know that Monday is the day that many restaurants and bars close. I finally went to the grocery store and purchased a Caesar salad from the refrigerated section and a tuna empanada from the prepared section. Not what I really wanted, but it was better than I expected. For dessert, I will have some Filipinos, which I love. I also have a mystery bottle of wine which I will open to have with my dinner.
So until tomorrow
God Bless.
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