O Cerbreiro to Triacastela
Day 3 - Monday, April 13 - 37209 steps
At least this morning I had a decent breakfast at the same place I had dinner the night before. And they very helpfully opened at 6:00am!!
I set off around 7:00am and it was snowing again - not a lot, just enough to make you feel cold.
This was the day I truly lost the path and took a wrong turn that turned into a beautiful walk through the Galician countryside. I know exactly where I went wrong and I went back on Google Street View and the signage really isn't clear.
The detour meant an extra 5km or distance to cover and some bonus up-hill. However, the countryside was gorgeous and well worth getting lost in order to see it.
Once I joined back up with the actual Camino, I ran into the South Korean guy I had seen a few times so far. We walked together and had a broken conversation since he spoke no Spanish and barely any English. Yet had had been managing just find so far - I'm not sure how long he had been walking.
After some more up hill, the trail turned into a street and there was a restaurant at the top. Hallelujah!
I went in and met Angela again. I walked with her and Anna (a Finnish lady) for a while.
At some point a couple of dogs joined the trail. They didn't seem to belong to anyone.
Everyone said "No son mis perros".
They were just walking the Camino like everyone else.
After lots more walking, a much needed rest was in order.
And finally arriving at Triacastella, I walked past the 100 year old Chestnut tree. It's actually more like 700 years old.
The albergue in Triacastellas was open, but a sign said "Back in a moment". After waiting 30 minutes, stretched out on a bench, another pilgrim showed up. We chatted a bit. She had been walking for 95 days!! That was from well beyond the beginning of the Camino Frances. And her plan was to get to Santiago and then turn around and walk the whole thing back in reverse. I never saw her again after that, so I don't know how she did.
Eventually, someone showed up to check us in. I found my bunk and then headed into town for some food. I bought some snacks at a grocery store for the next day and then found a bar/restaurant that was open. However, the kitchen was not open until 7:00 and it was only 6:00. I ordered a beer and drank it slowly. They brought out samples of appetizers. And by about 6:45 I decided I was more tired than hungry and went back to the albergue for a shower and then early to bed.
It was also around this time that I started to feel blisters on my feet.
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