Leaving Soto Del Barco
Walk To Soto de Luiña
Hotel Casa Vieja de Sastres
I chose the title for this post at a moment of frustration. This stage had any number of ups and downs, ups and downs, which really made no sense to me.
But I admit to being spoiled and childish.
My experiences today (not to mention the perfect weather) more than made up for my hard work.
Muros de Nalón.
These eucalyptus trees could be two hundred years old.
A glimpse of the sea.
I am not a big fan of graffiti. It is everywhere it seems, obviously under bridges but also defacing the sides of old buildings and churches, which really bothers me.
However this was nice, so I “embraced it.”
I don’t know much about bridge building (of the literal type), but I am a good observer. And I have seen very little of this type of construction. It is everywhere it seems in this part of the world.
This was a complete and delightful surprise. I had walked under bridges and through eucalyptus groves for hours, then turned the corner, and saw this.
Then it was back to the woods.
This was a tough day, and so I celebrated when I saw my hotel in Soto de Luiña.
I don’t know much about bridge building (of the literal type), but I am a good observer. And I have seen very little of this type of construction. It is everywhere it seems in this part of the world.
This was a complete and delightful surprise. I had walked under bridges and through eucalyptus groves for hours, then turned the corner, and saw this.
Then it was back to the woods.
This was a tough day, and so I celebrated when I saw my hotel in Soto de Luiña.
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