Thursday, 27th of June 2013.
Luxury, its a crisp bright sunny morning in the Southern Galacian Hills, A hearty Spanish breakfast and I waddle off into the distance leaving that imposing Monastry in the back ground.
Again towns every few km, most seem almost deserted, but washing hanging on the lines and the odd dog or cat show life. This is truly a magical place, green, trees, moss, lots of texture in the flora ..... the stone buildings are looked after, gardens are neat and tidy. The km's slip past almost un-noticed, I have a break in Castro-Dozon, 10-11km into the day, though its still quite early, a bit after 10am ..... a beer and a pastry thing that was on the bar, don't know what it was called, but that was my sugar hit for the week. With energy oozing out of me I was off again, over hill down into valley, again and again. Arrive at A Laxe about 1.30 ish, about having covered about 28km. Lunch is enjoyable .... here I run into some pilgrims from earlier on in the walk, no I can't remember there names, they can't remember mine either, so I feel better. They have had lots of rest days and short days. We check into the Albergue clean, wash and dry tmy meagre belongings and back to the bar, en-mass. A rowdy joyful evening is had by all, then back to dormitory, snuffles, snorts, burps, growns and other unsavoury noises, zipping and rustling of sleeping bags ...... ah dormitory bliss ...... then sleep ..... thanks to ear plugs and just a little vino.