Friday, June 8, 2007


Having passed both the highest points of the trip (there was much fighting over that right before it was determined that not everything you read on the internet is true) today seemed, dare I say it, easy. Relatively flat and short. The town itself was large and modernized by Camino standards.

We spent a hefty chunck of time hunting around town for credentials (focusing on local stamps detracts focus from the pain in our feet, and backs, and legs, and burnt skin, and you get the idea). Eventually going to the albergue all the way at the far, high end of town.

The journey did have an unforseen benefit. Food. Food also detracts from the pain (preferably in large inexpensive portions). We found an excellent restaurant for raciones. Which are, for the non initiated, like sampler platters. Only instead of pigs in a blanket, octopus. Now we are not talking about dainty fried calamari for the faint of heart. We are talking large, purple, tentacle bearing pieces of leg. Its called pulpo... and the verdict is still out as to whether it qualifies as edible or not. There were also other types of shell fish and, true to Galician tradition, all were good.

--Victoria and Sasha.

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