4.5 kilometer walk straight up hill first thing in the morning to reach O Cebreiro. Hard yes but the scenery at the top of the ridge in these mountains have been worth the slog. God how I love this country. Rolling hills covered with dark green forests, emerald green field withe a delicate dull white mist that flows down into the valley floors. There is a God.
We had our morning coffee and beps (Bun) in O Cebreiro. After a 30 minute break in a very rustic, Spanish Cafe at the top of the mountains. This always reminds me of the scene in the Great Escape where the Spanish guide welcomes the James Colbourne character of his welcome to Spain and safety.
Then we headed downhill????? to Triacastille. Oh it is downhill all the way they said. Terrain is good they said. They lied. It was brutal. A 4 kilometer uphill climb coupled with hard core downhill grinds. The only way to decribe it is to say it is like walking through a gravel quary.
Then Jerry said he saw a cafe through the mist and trees. I don’t see it I said. Its just around the corner and over the ridge, he said. He lied. 5 more kicks later and we reached it. It was cold and raining. A woman inside was sick and hacking like a Pilgrim. We were worried about catching something. We left. Rain and cold.
A cold and rainy day.
We made it to our destination, crashed with 50 of our closest friends, then went out for a spaghetti and then crashed again. What I can say is Galicia province is awesome.
A Jerryism: About junk food:”a second on the lips means a month on your hips.”
Read ya tomorrow.