To Taxi Or Not…?

Another 17 mile day, but what a different experience than yesterday! A few downpours along the way, but we both felt much stronger. We continue to comment to each other that we have nothing to prove, and if we decide we’re wearing thin we will take a taxi. And yet we continue walking.

The farmland in Galicia is so beautiful - much better land than the meseta with its fertilized fields. We took an alternate route which gave us some great views, had a fantastic bocadilla in Santa Mariña (my third time eating there - maybe because it’s the only place to eat on this stretch? I was able to pet three dogs, and am currently tucked into my bunk (with curtains!) after a wonderful dinner and a couple glasses of wine. Manon and I entered the restaurant tonight while some great 80’s music was playing - we grabbed hands and danced our way to the counter, and not a smile appeared on anyone’s face. Tough crowd in O Logoso tonight…