Galicia

Today we are 27 km from our destination, so I have chosen to take the bus. I would walk part way but due to the isolated region we are in the bus service is limited and it's either walk the entire way, try and get a taxi (which would be expensive) or catch the bus. Our friendly host, Manuel, at our albergue kindly gave us a ride to the bus stop. This is our first attempt at catching the bus after our fiasco on the bus last week, so both Lorelee and myself were a little nervous about how it would go. I found it very interesting eavesdropping on the young couple behind us who were riding the bus because her ankle was in a lot of pain. They were trying so hard to justify their decision to bus rather than walk the remaining distance to Finisterre. It begged the question for me; why, as humans, are we so tough on ourselves and reluctant to practice kindness, especially to ourselves? Thankfully about an hour and a half after boarding the bus, we proudly disembarked in Cee. To our surprise, we wandered around the corner from the station into a large bustling outdoor market. We enjoyed exploring through the numerous stalls with a variety of items such as clothing, shoes, blankets, jewelry, food, and plants. I bought a pair of pants, a shirt, some traditional raisin bread, and cheese. Lorelee purchased a blanket and churros. We were thirsty after all our efforts at the market so we sat in the square at a cafe and sipped a tinto de verano while watching the world go by. A siesta followed by a short stroll to the laundromat and another tinto de verano in the square would complete our rest day.Meer informatie