21 June Ruitelan to Triacastela
It is 0600 hours and I am dragged quite reluctantly out of sleep by the soft sound of “Ave Maria” sung by a beautiful female voice. The singing is ringing through the rafters of my attic bedroom. Then I recognise the smell of freshly made toast coming from downstairs. My host sure knows how to wake you up nicely.
The attic lights come on, presumably from a control somewhere below and I see the French couple and another guy are awake too. I don’t know the other guy but he was at dinner last night. We exchange morning greetings and I set to, getting ready for the day.
I feel ok, but am a little worried about the toe next to my left big toe. This is going to sound stupid, I know it will, it is bruised and badly swollen but it only hurts when I walk on it so I don’t think it is anything serious, so will carry on walking. If it gets worse I will see a doctor or have a rest day.
Breakfast tucked away nicely in my tummy at 7 o’clock I leave the Albergue, turn right at the exit door and immediately start going upwards, a trend that would last for a good deal of the day.
The views are simply gorgeous………………………..
………………… and they stay that way until they are lost to sight hidden behind trees and tall banks of hedges. I walk into low level clouds and feel cold when the dampness penetrates my clothing.
I cross into the region of Galicia not far from the summit of the second highest part of this route I walk at 1330 metres. Then a moment comes when I can take a photo that tells the story of walking through clouds.
At the top, on the edge of a place called O’Cebreiro there is this monument. I’ll let you read the story for yourselves.
I am not impressed with the place at the top of this long climb – O’Cebreiro, it’s ‘touristy’. There is a church here I wanted to visit but several mini-bus loads of tourists are here too, so instead of visiting the church where they are gathering, I say hello to my toes over a cup of coffee and a packet of biscuits and move on without hanging about.
A short while later I break out of the clouds and see where I am and where I am heading. The next few hours are spent walking through countryside like this.
It’s not easy walking at times. Some of the smaller hills are steep and the route the path takes is sometimes quite demanding, both uphill and downhill. Then, astonishingly, I am home in Scotland. Someone has tele-transported my homeland to me here in Spain.
The scenery stays like that until I decide to call it a day when I reach a place called Triacastela. As I go into Triacastela I see this old Chestnut Tree. Anyone like to hazard a guess at its age?
My home for the night is here.
Steps today 43428.
Bye for now folks.