Life's a Stitch

September 25th: 22k – Coastal Route

A night without sleep is a scary prospect when faced with a 22k walk in the morning. The town was alive with partiers until 6:00 a.m. It was the crash of broken glass at 1:26a.m that was the worst. The staff at the restaurant below the hotel threw box after box of glass bottles into the recycling bins. The Hotel Ruas' comfy  memory foam mattresses were perfect for spending the night awake.

Today's walk started by crossing over Pontevedra's replica Roman bridge, still old, near the original foundations.

 We had 135 meters of elevation thankfully over a long period of time. We did a bit of uphill walking followed by an even portion. Repeat. The scenery was comprised of woods, cornfields and vineyards.

We stopped briefly for coffee near the beginning and had a picnic lunch in a park near the end. We continued the United Nations of the Camino walking with three Swedish men, a large group of Brazilians as well as brief encounters with two German women and a couple from Westport, CT. 

One of the Swedes told C that the difference between the Swedish and the Danes is that the Danish like to entertain while the Swedes stay to themselves. He was wondering what it was like in Canada.

Checking into our pension we found two simple pleasures that make a world of difference: a clothesline outside our window and a private bath with a little tub.