Day 7. 16.9k Vigo to Estrada

I was awoke by Megan's alarm at 7.30am still feeling sleepy and tired I dragged myself up. A few steps away in a cafe famous for its churrzos I felt much better after two strong epsresso. Despite the banter between the owner and me telling me "You come to Spain with no Spainsh. You ask me for Orange. No good. I gave as good as I got and entertained the other customers all enjoying the early morning fun. After 10 churzzos dipped in a cup of chocolate we bravely asked for more. Of course he made fun of this but with hand gestures of walking movements and trying to explain how we would walk it of we got more. It makes it more funny coming from such a big man himself Mr. Antonio. Full to the bream with churrzos and coffee we march on over the bridge out of Vigo rain starting with a drizzle soon becoming heavy. Of course we have no rain coats its July its Spain. Megans voice in my ear telling me you said it wudnt rain soon reminded me that taking out our ponchos was a bad idea. Another reason for her to be grateful i tell myself as i smile at her saying yes Megan thats what i thought i was wrong. Was I really this bad when I was 14 i soon feel bad for my own mother as i think back. I plan out our route to stop at a nearby supermarket to purchase some bin liners. Mine and April's bags are getting wet really wet and as everything we took is on our backs I begin to worry. Megan is the lucky one hers comes with a rain cover and as she tells me it's got a multiple usage to store her large bag of crisps and other snacks. Once again I'm reminded of how a teenager is always hungry. We stop at the supermarket I purchase some blue bin liners which I quickly tear in half carefully placing around our bags. Not long after our supermarket stop we come across two men one old one young. I reckon early 60s and maybe late 30s. I wonder are they caminons or tourists. It's hard to know. One older man has nothing but a hat the younger man has a small very small backpack. We soon rush up behind them as we see them ask for directions and decide to chance our luck. They are caminos they had their bags sent on to their next destination. They are from Scotland Father and son on a bounding adventure.. The son is a pe teacher in a school in Moscow the father proudly tells us. They are football fans like the girls so the connection is real and the journey passes quickly. Two hours on and April catches my eye I instantly know she needs to rest we have done 12k already im reminded she's only 11. You need a rest I insist. We say our goodbyes to our fellow caminos and sit down on the sidewalk. The roll of plastic bin liners protecting us from the now very heavy rain showers reminding us of home. My mind wanders to the conversation with my mam the previous night concerned about the heat wave in Spain some quick photos snaps sent to her on WhatsApp reassure her their is no heatwave here in fact the opposite. After a long rest we stop for lunch once again we struggle with our limited spainish..By 4pm rain dripping of our faces my trail runners squeaking with every step we enter the Alburge. "Passports pls" Tinto the owner announced towels pls I say back. Is this young handsome spainish man blind to the water dripping from us or just another non observant man. Not longer after i realise how grateful I am for a hot shower and clean clothes. By 5pm I'm asleep on the top bunk in a 10 bedroom drom with a clean crisp sheet over me. My legs are aching now, my hip is aching too.. I awake an hour later to the crinkle of a pligrim searching in a plastic bag in the bed below me. I Need coffee..After a black stale coffee I drag myself to the the kitchen. We take our ingredients from the fridge salmon potatoes and broccoli purchased earlier from the supermarket 200 meters away. The girls fry the salmon as I chop the broccoli. It's nice to cook together. I sip on my Rojra wine sharing it with our roommate Anna from Germany. I'm still full from lunch but I enjoy the meal. After an evening of small talk with Anna and some badly needed laundry done by 9pm I'm a nurse again to April's now healing blister and fast asleep by 10pm. I really hope we have no snorers tonight. I need to sleep I need to stay asleep and rest for another day of walking, thinking reflecting and accepting what the Camino puts in front of us. Hopefully some Sunshine. First photo taken on a building leaving Vigo 2nd is behind the counter in Bonillia best churrios in Vigo. April brushing Megan's hair in the albergue. Megans rain cover on her bag. Spainish ladies lucky to have umbrellas last photo is the albergue we stayed last nightMeer informatie