Up and Down a Mountain

I began the misty, rainy day passing many vineyards. I began thinking of all the vineyard parables/stories I know. I bet you could come up with a bunch. I noticed how some vineyards looked neat, while others were weedy, yet they both produced grapes. I watched families work together, snipping the bunches of grapes off the vines and filling up buckets. One farmer handed me a few and they were the sweetest grapes I have ever eaten.

If you must walk up a mountain in the rain, it's much more fun to ride a horse up it! I called Victor at Al Paso Stables and he was, of course, booked until Saturday. I knew it was last minuto so went to sleep. Víctor woke me up 2 hours later to say someone cancelled and can I be there at 9AM. Of course I can! It took 4 phone calls to find a taxi that "might" get me there...don't worry, Victor will wait. I did get there on time and had a blast getting to O Cebriero. By the time I got to the top, the drizzle was a downpour and the trail had become a stream so I took the bus down the other side and spent 2 days drying off in Sarria.

Coming into Sarria I walked passed an old monastary that was closed with trees along the trail and I thought I heard bag pipes. I was quite surprised when I got to the top of the hill and there he was making music.Læs mere