The 2-way radio comes alive:
BLIP…Hurry up and get here. We are having SO much fun!! Ireland is here, the Dr. and his fiance are here, Switzerland is here, Spain is here, drummers are here… (Apparently, everyone but us are there)
We hear the clicks of our walking sticks pick up the pace as we try and catch up to the fun.
We arrived too late for the fun, but did catch some drumming on video. We see evidence on the bar from the previous crowd:
Ireland and Switzerland are still lingering on the steps of the bar enjoying the first consistent rays of sunshine that we have seen in days. Oh, well. Guess Randy and I aren’t having the MOST fun on the trail today. We missed most of the festivities at the bar, including unique stamping techniques, but it is still a wonderful day to be alive! Can’t complain.
Back on the road again.
The sheep munch on the tender, sweet blades of new spring grass.
Some lucky critters will get a treat today!
Yep, tail’s still there.
Alone and together at the same time… That kind of sums up the Camino for most of us, I think. Plenty of time for private reflection, but still try to watch out for one another.
Twenty kilometers to go to fulfill our goal!
What does this say?
Although everyone, Nolle-guamos (tall branching leaves of trees used to shade coffee plants), bodies in souls become oars all.
Is it something to do with the fluid movements of our walking sticks as we flow down the Camino path of life?
May need to phone a friend and use a lifeline on this one.
Clothesline in the old lean-to. Why not?
This garden is way ahead of mine.
We see quite a few gardens with these tall plants. Collard greens?
Tall, tall trees remind me of what I envision of the California Redwoods. I’m guessing these trees would appear dwarfed next to the Redwoods.
It helps to look at things from a different angle, from time to time.
Another one bites the dust… Memorial to an Irish pilgrim. By the grace of God…
E.T., phone home? Not sure what this is, but it may have something to do with the tub at the bottom.
Busy traffic as we near our albergue for the night.
This pilgrim from Chicago has decorated his backpack with the traditional shell, practical umbrella and the common yellow flowers we see along
We find a nice albergue in Arco do Pino. Large room full of bunk beds, nice hot showers and food/bar across the street.
A-h-h-h-h… a little bit of heaven here on earth.
Only one more day of walking… after laundry and sleep.