Life's a Stitch

Recovering from our pre-breakfast experience, we were on our way. Next up: mushrooms (non-edible), a church, cows and a donkey. Random, eh?

 

 

 

Then a long bit through a beautiful city park.

 

We climbed up a steep hill to an area of large houses with manicured lawns, interspersed with empty lots with an occasional horse.

Way up there we could see the morning’s cranes in the distance.

So we’ve seen lots of St. James, the pilgrim and Jesus and Mary as pilgrims. Entering Fene we saw what reminded us of our son’s own comedy character, the Hippiecrite, as a pilgrim.

We eventually made it to our pension. I don’t know how this place made it on the accommodation list. It’s 1k off the track, across from the port, their restaurant closed down, with no food services nearby.

Despite being a working port, it was much quieter than the city hostels we’ve stayed in. Except for the exceedingly squeaky beds. 

 

It was a bright clean room with a water view.

The bonus was a bathtub and, a rare in-room Camino find, a hairdryer. You can usually ask for one from the proprietor, so to discover one in our bathroom was an unexpected pleasure. I see you rolling your eyes, KC. 

 

We ended up walking at least 3k to find dinner and back, but it was worth it. We had a huge salad (on the menu it was a mini salad) and a veggie pizza that had tomato, pimentos, onions, white asparagus, mushrooms and artichokes. This pizza place, whose main business was delivery orders (we were the only people eating in) had decent wine. We had a 2013 rioja. 

 

Back to the port, after getting lost on the literal wrong side of the tracks, for 11:00 bedtime. Therein lies the issue with late Spanish dinner time – late bedtime.