O Cebreiro

Passed the hill and after almost punching out an Australian “pilgrim” made it into the rolling hills of Galicia just fine.

Thunderstorms awaited us on the other side and after one last ascent to the Alto do Poio I walked in a slight drizzle that soon turned into a refreshing sprinkle and, by the time I’d reached the albergue, thunder and lightning.Meer informatie