We had a great day in O Cebreiro after our hike, as I wrote about yesterday. But later I did get time in the church and the priest who was so dedicated to the Camino is buried here and the Pilgrim’s Prayer displayed to him was/is wonderful. Cut off the title – but it is Pilgrim’s Prayer. Think it’s similar if not the same as the one in … Burgos, I think.
So we started off today after breakfast, this is what it looked like:
This is what I looked like without the dress and with a fanny pack instead of a pack:
We were mostly warm enough, dry enough – not – but it made for a wonderful dream walk, quiet and I really enjoyed until I was cold enough that I was very happy to land here. We got chairs next to the fire and thawed a bit.
But the result of all this rain and why the area of Galicia is called the Ireland of Spain is not just because of the music and the ancient Celtic houses, it’s also because it looks like this:
It started to lighten up a mile from the end and it was beautiful, plus both Rick and I were listening to fun things which motivated us, both dharma and then the Moth. Thank goodness for the Moth Radio for some of the end of the day miles.
We’re now in Triacastela, named for 3 castles that are no longer to be seen. The church’s front porch is from the 6th (!) century with the rest added as needed after various wars and nature’s gifts.
Only one restaurant in the small town, people very nice everywhere. Rick and I have a cozy little room on the ground floor of our very small hotel/albergue and it looks like it’ll be quiet!
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