A Fonsagrada, Galicia

Last night's hostel meal was huge and homemade. Very cold in the dinning room and I got chilled and shivery so couldn't get to sleep. This morning we were soon back walking uphill, 400m to the top wondering if I had dreamt about about being cold as the sweat splashed into my eyes. It was a lovely walk above the clouds with a coffee stop where we caught up with everyone including the Fuengirola contingent. 21km later and crossed into Galicia, A Fonsagrada sat on a hill ahead. 1 last km of vertical gravelly hell in hot sun. However the hostel is gorgeous, and we had the best lunch in a restaurant with Gustavo and Fina. Fiona's spanish is really good now and it was really enjoyable. We are probably going back for supper with the "giris" group (non spanish) I am enjoying being able to speak to nearly everyone rather than being trapped by lack of language. Had a sign language conversation with some slovakians earlier. They must feel very isolated.Weiterlesen