From a converted convent in Aguarda, Spain we walked along the coast for most of the day–cutting a long segment of 31 kilometers in half. Yes, it rained, but after what we are now calling Hell Day of 92 degrees, we welcome the rain and clouds over extreme heat and heights.
The coastal route is special because we get to be on rugged coastline, quaint hillside villages (cobblestones, ugh), and forest, usually in one day. We do have to spend time along the roads now and then–our least favorite environment. Loud, a bit more nerve racking and despite the smooth walking surface, it definitely changes the mood.
Instead of walking to Baiona, Spain, we stopped in Oia, a tiny village with a monestery, a few restaurants, an 8-room B&B and a hotel. We had a room reserved in the B&B.
Here’s a few of my pix from that walk.
Our B&B was called Casa Puertas. Eight rooms total.
Wait. That was then. This is now.
We met six other peregrinos over dinner from Manitoba, Canada; Germany, Australia and Bend, Oregon.
Day 7, Sunday, will be a tich longer, including steep accents over what I call two mountains. And some projected rain.