La Isla to Villaviciosa
The weather was looking as though it could go either way...
...but it decided to rain.
This is cidre country, and it was a day for walking through orchards.
I came upon this adorable carport and took a photo...
...and just then, Nicholas, the proud owner of the little red car, appeared. “Hay nada gente,” he said gesturing around. There are no more people in his village except for four families.
Beautiful little church for pilgrims...
...who may want to have a spiritual moment before continuing on the way.
Another little Pilgrim respite.
I walked much of the day with Katerin of Russia. I’ll tell you more of her story later.
I ran into Martin, who is on the right, further on down the trail on another day. He is a hospitalier, or person who volunteers to stay at an albergue to receive and to help pilgrims, in Finesterre (the last place a pilgrim can walk before the sea). He said, “I am the cooker!“
Favorite bar in Villaviciosa...
...and favorite Spanish food.
...but it decided to rain.
This is cidre country, and it was a day for walking through orchards.
I came upon this adorable carport and took a photo...
...and just then, Nicholas, the proud owner of the little red car, appeared. “Hay nada gente,” he said gesturing around. There are no more people in his village except for four families.
Beautiful little church for pilgrims...
...who may want to have a spiritual moment before continuing on the way.
Another little Pilgrim respite.
I walked much of the day with Katerin of Russia. I’ll tell you more of her story later.
I ran into Martin, who is on the right, further on down the trail on another day. He is a hospitalier, or person who volunteers to stay at an albergue to receive and to help pilgrims, in Finesterre (the last place a pilgrim can walk before the sea). He said, “I am the cooker!“
Favorite bar in Villaviciosa...
...and favorite Spanish food.
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