Pretty much all of our training has been along Linear Park and all the while we have been accompanied by the chatter, twitter, warble, squawk, screech, caroling, quacking, cawing and outright laughter of myriad birds; when we haven't felt much like walking it has always been the colours and chorus, the babies and the antics of the birds that have changed our 'drudgery' to joy. Sweet little reminders of God's amazing creation.

Monday, May 25, 2015

Day 27: Portomarin to Palas de Rei 26.8kms

Our first few kilometres out of Portomarin passed quickly as we met some people from Canberra; it is interesting to hear others stories and how they came to be on the Camino. Most conversations are shortish as most people are just passing us. I will add here, everyone passes me, therefore us. Everyone. When I was talking about familiar and unfamiliar faces I should maybe have said, butts! There's no winning here, but slow and steady should get us to Santiago. We were surprised to see the first of the familiar eucalypt today, plantations, in the sun the warmth bringing out the beautiful scent that for anyone who has been away, means home. We found out today that the strange built up "houses" found in every yard and peculiar to Galicia, are in fact small granaries. Where grain, usually corn used to be kept to dry, and kept clear of vermin. Not used so much now as indeed most practices change with progress.