15.8 miles, 354′ elevation
Left Sobrado at zero dark thirty, 6am. Slept fitfully and not well. The Hotel San Marcos, though centrally located and clean, had mushy beds that bowed like bananas when you lay down. It never does my back justice when I’m forced to look up at my feet amid saggy middle portion of the mattress. Also, my mind decided to race onward to memories of Sri Lanka and the next stage of this odyssey. So rather than toss and turn, I headed down the Camino. Plus, the Way grows progressively more crowded and if I wanted any solitude, which I did, the earlier was better.
Farms, farms, farms and more farms…towns of one building. The sun rose over the mountains in front of me as the misty, cotton like, wispy clouds ascended and disappeared. Arzua has one Main Street with a couple of spider side avenues branching off. You can sense the closeness of Santiago. The little shops have more and more Camino touristy stuff. I must be within 40 km.










“The sun rose over the mountains in front of me as the misty, cotton like, wispy clouds ascended and disappeared.” What the f***. Are you turning into Earnest Hemingway on us! Keep on keepin’ on. Great accomplishment. Congrats.
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LOL……too much red wine! Not enough sleep!!!
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