18/Agosto P tart slow aseptic 7 for breakfast, after more than 20 minutes of darkness we left without ... The pueblo pril give us 'good tostada (bread, butter and jam) for 3 € caffe' copreso.
up and down as always ... Small towns, Fuimaono, rivers. Sometimes exceed the hills a few kilometers to over a dozen others, are an 'infinite inequities between rural settlements and small plots planted with corn or wheat or woods, or simply ignorant. It 's not monotonous, varies continuously. Many cows
Recine grazing by barbed wire. A lot of shade and little water in the drinking fountains. Never before have had to resort to the bar for water. For a couple of days are coparsi strains in concrete missing that mark the distance to Santiago every 500 meters, an obsession on the one hand, in other respects rather know where you are and what is lacking in the small newspapers treguardi can 'be nice. Walking alone I met a soldier and Italian
a German financier, entrabi entrabi very Catholic and very inconsistent in their view (internal disagreement on ethical issues). It says here that the proportion hosts will journey. Time passes and the strains I feel that I will have to 'walk if you would still' get to the goal tomorrow evening. After a frugal lunch you continue. A Boente there 'as a place of rest to Ribadiso From Baixo, all that remains is hope ... Arzua, 19:30, last 6 vacancies, 10 €. Shower, dinner, the usual 4 chat and a bit of rest for the last stage. I only know one person here has some sixty years, I passed one day before Ceberano, and tomorrow will be '(I think) one of the few that has so' far trying to get to Santiago. There are only 43 km and I hope my legs do not make me bad jokes, and now 'done (or tomorrow or in three days does not matter, I've made almost 750 and I do not think I can let go now) We met a girl who will walk' with us tomorrow, a food poisoning has stolen two days and a bit 'of peace' and would like someone to start with ... We'll see. 
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