The climate is tense in the morning, we are many here, and almost all go to the next albergue, 33 km route. All wake up early and camminana guardandasi shoulders to lead astray a bed. As I walk increases this scent and spoil the pleasure to advance. The rain falls slightly and end up on everything from the first light of dawn, the hills, green fields, the yellow arrows that just do not find. I meet a tall gentleman with the beard had not seen for days, and speaking with him the feeling I have, we decide to proceed until Cee (52 Km). Then the street, under a leaden sky, the rain and 15 degrees of 'Galician August. We lose the road several times but we are still free from a hurry. It will end 'tomorrow
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