Last night on the camino

After walking 29km yesterday I was too hot and tired to write this. We spent the afternoon at a pool in another hostel, ate a lot of ice-cream, Fiona finally found banana flavour, and had some food. The walk in to O Pedrouzo was hilly, more woods than anything else and the town itself as ordinary as I remembered it from staying here once before. Most natable were the hydrangeas and a strange American priest called Luke who Fiona made friends with.Read more