The swollen river rushes by as I look below from the medieval bridge.
We hike through 4 to 5 inches of mud, manure and water, up and down steep hills, all the while enjoying the countryside, small villages and hamlets. (At least, I am enjoying it) The day is getting longer and fewer photos are captured since I need to make some time and get to our destination.
We arrive in Ribadiso only to find that the albergue has not opened yet for the season and are given directions to an albergue in Arzua. Another 5 kilometers… A-r-r-r-g-h!!
We walk and walk and walk some more. This long day is starting to seem like an eternity.
O.K., will we find lodging just around the corner?… past the next grove of trees?… at the top of this hill? Maybe it’s never going to appear, and we’ll have to sleep under the stars.
Our distance today is approaching 21 miles.
A-h-h… O Retiro. You are a friend of mine.