Ascending and descending

Today we strolled through our highest points on the Camino Frances. Strangely it did not feel difficult going up. Witnessed a cow parade and chorus of frogs. Swarming flies followed me Every. Single. Step. Maybe I smell. Maybe I'm sweet like honey. Who the hell knows, they were relentless, invading the thoughts and sounds with their buzzing in my face. The walk should be enough, add a big fat dose of flies everywhere. So I turned up the music and carried on past the Cross, over and down the mountain, until I couldn't anymore. So much beauty walking along the way.Read more