Life's a Stitch

We left Portomarin, crossing a bridge further up the river, revealing more of the landscape of the previous town.

Despite the uphills, cold rain and the noise of hundreds of pilgrims, it was a satisfying walk through a lush temperate rain forest climate similar to North Vancouver's, but with mostly deciduous trees.

We joked:
What's worse than walking uphill on the Camino? Walking uphill on the Camino in the rain.

What's worse than walking uphill on the Camino in the rain? Walking uphill on the Camino in the rain on the side of a busy road.

What's worse than walking uphill on the Camino in the rain on the side of a busy road? Walking uphill on the Camino in the rain on the side of a busy road amongst hundreds of people.

What's worse than walking uphill on the Camino in the rain on the side of a busy road amongst hundreds of people? Walking uphill on the Camino in the rain on the side of a busy road amongst hundreds of people and the guy in front of you is blasting music from his phone.

But the Camino has a way of putting things into perspective. Along came a man assisting a woman with her wheel chair on the wet muddy Camino:

We passed several large school groups. At home our kid's class trip was to outdoor school, here it's to the Camino. I bet they come home exhausted.

We've walked in and out of seasons to land in autumn in all of its colours:

One of six varieties of mushrooms we saw today:

Four more days and our Camino walking will be over. They say though, that our Camino will just be beginning as we incorporate our pilgrimage lessons into our life at home.