Morgade to Portmarin 9 klm

We woke to a hushed world wrapped in fog, as if the Camino itself had softened the edges of the day. At our window, two gentle horses appeared like soulful messengers ferrying calm into our hearts.

As we walked toward Portomarín, the mountain air was cool and still, scented with pine and promise. The woodland paths whispered beneath our feet, and each turn through the mist felt like stepping into something ancient and sacred. We didn’t just walk today—we moved through something timeless.

This journey continues to gift us moments of quiet magic. Today, it came in fog, in breath, and in the slow unfolding of a magical walk.Leia mais