Life's a Stitch

The Camino wasn't going to let us off easy. It needed at least one more day of chewing us up prior to spitting us out in Santiago. The guide book showed a 100 meter incline over the 20k. My question is how many 100 meter inclines? I would guess 80% of today's path was heading up or down. The Brierly guide states one steep climb and a number of shallow river valleys.

We started the morning catching up with Denise and Greg and walking with the cows.

Past eucalyptus forests:

And many shades of green:

We had lunch in the sunshine at a quirky Celtic bar, playing Irish music and serving pizza.

We ended up in a pension off the path, but along a busy highway, not near anything. Looked like frozen lasagne, pizza, poor quality microwaveable paella and sandwiches were the choice. It's only for one night, I figured.

Chuck to the rescue. He noticed a veggie patch and asked if he could pay to pick some lettuce. He would have helped himself, however my Catholic girl background influenced by the Camino, turned him into an honest man. And I'll admit we've been carrying mini olive oils and balsamic vinegars across the Camino, which came in handy.

Voila! A beautiful fresh salad. Hey, where did the broccoli, kale, green onion, peppers, grapes and strawberries come from? Camino magic.

The scallop shells, hand picked from Australia's Gold Coast by Denise and Greg, were gifted to us.