Melide to Arzúa

We began today’s 14km stretch in a light, persistent drizzle—more of a misty fizz than a downpour, but enough to dampen clothes and spirits early on. The path was undulating, with several sharp climbs that tested our legs and lungs. At times, the terrain seemed to rise just to challenge us, and challenge us it did.

Joanne, never one to shy away from honesty, voiced the frustrations the rain brought—wet shoes, slippery ground, and that slow, creeping chill. But what stood out more than anything was her resilience. Despite everything, she kept going, step after determined step, pushing through the discomfort and choosing to stay the course. She should feel immensely proud—today wasn’t easy, but she didn’t let the rain win.

Along the way, we passed through quiet hamlets and tree-lined tracks, where the mist hung low and made everything feel hushed and ancient. The forests seemed greener, the stone walls more moss-covered, and the occasional glimpse of a Galician farmhouse felt like a reward for our effort.

It wasn’t a day for sweeping views or long breaks—it was a day of endurance, quiet strength, and earning every kilometre. We arrived in Arzúa a little wetter, a little wearier, but also just a little more proud.Weiterlesen