We enter a bar for a breakfast of coffee and only mas pequeno Tostado, who regularly gets along despite I persist in saying "Stop ... stop ... por favor." Start a new path, I leave the cafe at around 8 and through the city ' to the periphery, are on a hill at dawn Dimini the valley of Santiago where the towers are silhouetted against dark sky in the morning light of dawn. Seeking the way but I must have lost some inicio, I'm on the road, but I think 'a little way we can do and go on. After about an hour through a window asking directions to a lady sitting on the couch, gets up happy, by a voice to her husband and leaves. The two disagree, I invite you to come to drink fresh water and are continuing to discuss what is perhaps the best way ignoring the fact that I understand fully their speeches. Finely to reach an agreement through to the indulgence of his wife, go out and follow the directions to a bar where during a coffee 'comes a girl in his thirties, his face twisted in English that asks the bartender where to find a bus and a English woman offers to accompany her. I remember when outside Burgos I almost wanted to stop walking and tried to return the favor that the Thorill did. I speak calmly, she listens and invites me to drink a coffee '.
have covered only 5 or 6 miles but Santigo Riec to convince her to continue the journey at least until all'albergue where you can 'decided about your Ponderaria its best. We cover all the ups and downs in the streets of ghost towns and small villages, almost all asphalt, a small village with a beautiful waterfall and a bridge sensational, then the arrival in albergue. Her name is Melanie and I said that in the days had spent the previous few Scrutto I think I have photographed, but I remember perfectly. After placement in a albergue too small for all but very friendly, a great expense, a bit of rest and a ride in the country. We have dinner with Marco, an Italian boy of Mantua, Melanie and a couple of fifties who would walk by profession, he a Spaniard more 'like an' American Indian, she a beautiful French woman, a beautiful couple. Trasforriamo so 'the evening having dinner with pasta and salad. There's food for those who arrived too late or did not cook otuto found the tienda closed. Then the night in a comfortable bed on the second floor attic dell'albergue.
The new bladder is felt, could not remember than they were painful, but if I walked well today, tomorrow will be 'better. There are only about 68 more to Finisterre and then only up to 30, and I realize that most Muxia 'time passes more' in the move the goal despite the fatigue and sometimes pain that even though all things considered mild remind me that we are machines very fragile and not very controllable.
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