We started today in the fog – it was cool, mystical and invigorating -lifting by noon. It was hilly – testing our lungs – up and down – up and down. We followed a Roman road paralleled by stone walls – tall grasses, olive orchards, wine vineyards and colorful flowers – the muddy paths forced us to trespass. Then plan B – the occasion muddy path turned into MUD all the time. We headed for the highway and rural town roads. Pavement equals pain! It’s rough on the body.
We endured – walked 46,881 steps and 19.91 miles.
Now in Rabaçal, Portugal. Our pension is marginal at best. The only game in town. 29 beds but private rooms – $15 euro per person – sheets and scuzzy blankets – no towels. It’s a bed and we’re grateful.
Love this by carious adventure I’m having
Vicarious
Agree with Mary – photos fantastic and I am enjoying a fun ride!
I’m planning a Camino Frances next springtime, so am learning-be-reading with your blog and photos. Thanks – Susan
Thanks Susan. The Camino Frances is the best!!! You will have a wonderful time.