Galicia!

Today's walking had some of the most beautiful scenery on the whole camino. Had a café solo in Vega de Valcarce to get the ould heart started; I started walking in earnest around 7:15 AM. The way goes through lush countryside, following the river Valcarce at first but climbing slowly from 600m at the start to 1300m in O Cebreiro. It's all very gentle, though, and I had ample opportunity to admire the incredible scenery.

Cycling peregrinos with motorway flyover (42K)

Climbing to O Cebreiro following River Valcarce (38K)

Halfway up to O Cebreiro (35K)

Cattle and Hills on the climb (40K)

Galicia is the Celtic region of Spain; the similarities between it and Ireland are hard to deny. Both are wet and subsequently verdant. Both are (or were until very recently) predominantly rural and poor societies: I was struck by how many old women -- some very old indeed -- could be seen working in the fields, often singing, seemingly oblivious to their lot. I confess such sights from time to time awoke a yearning in me for the "simple" life; alas I suspect I am tainted by having supped at the table of consumerism... is it possible to be thus content, having known relative "wealth"? It would be interesting to find out...

But enough of the semi-philosophical warblings. Speaking of warblings, I understood absolutely nothing of the Gallego, the Celtic-influenced Galician dialect of Spanish, that I heard a husband and wife farmer couple calling to each other across the fields while driving their cattle up a winding cow-track. It sounded more like Arabic! But then, they could just have been driving their cattle...

The view backwards towards Laguna de Castilla (30K)

Galicia! (Province of Lugo) only 153 km to Santiago (61K)

Palloza in O Cebreiro (70K)

Tourist shop, O Cebreiro with Santiago statue (84K)

Surrounding countryside O Cebreiro (40K)

View West from O Cebreiro (38K)

Ermita de San Roque Alto de San Roque (65K)

Santiago Striding purposefully westwards (40K)

I was lucky with the weather - there were magnificent views to be had from this vantage point. The way undulated slowly up and down over the hills for a few km, and then spent the next 12 km slowly winding down to Triacastela at 650m. The way - as it was to be in nearly all of Galicia - was nearly all shaded, and so can be walked even in the heat of the afternoon.

Galician Waymarker Hospital da Condesa (91K)

Ermita de Santa María Alto do Poio (41K)

Dublin John gets his crêpe Filloval (52K)

Aussie Alex, Dublin John and the crêpe lady (50K)

In Galicia, there is a marker stone every half a kilometre on the camino, not only telling you how far you have to go, but also the name of the townland you're in. Drawn by curiousity, I wandered into the simple Ermita de Santa María at Alto do Poio (1415m); the little chapel was suffused with the incense-like smell of the Cistus bush that someone had placed as an offering near the altar. Very Peaceful.

Shortly after this, I bumped into two guys walking together - John Costelloe from Dublin (only the second Irish person I'd met), and Alex from Australia. John had a small guitar and strummed as he went. I never did find out if he could play :-) We walked together a while. In places, the camino literally passes through people's farmyards; at one such, a little old lady came out and offered us sugared crêpes and a seat in the shade. We were very touched by her generosity.
... And more than a little nonplussed when, on our getting up to go, she demanded a euro per crêpe! (Apparently this is another example of "euro inflation" - it was well up on the year before when, I'm told, it was only 50 pesetas - or 30 cents. Tsk!)

More Panoramic Views Triacastela (44K)

Don Quix Who, us? (80K)

Typical Galician Path Shaded - Nearing Samos (98K)

Monastery Facade Samos (55K)

We met a Dutch couple who were using a donkey to carry all their gear, and, having come all the way from Utrecht, who could blame them? The donkey seemed to be enjoying herself, anyway.
As the way was nearly always shaded, we decided to head for Samos, and ambled along, taking our time and all going at our own speeds, though we were never more than a kilometre apart, so someone sitting down for a cigarette break or whatever would soon find that others would catch up with him. We eventually arrived around 6pm. The Benedictine monastery at Samos, a national monument, is also the refugio for us pilgrims. It was once home to 500 monks, but only 11 were left (so there's plenty of room.) The sleeping and sanitation conditions are very basic, but no one was complaining. Some of us managed to get a quick tour of the monastery before vespers; the 8 or so monks doing plainchant were far more impressive than their numbers suggest.

After vespers, had dinner con vino with the lads in a local restaurant, and returned to the monastery before lights out at 10pm. After a tough but memorable day, my own lights went out very shortly afterwards...

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