Today was a great workout for the gluteus maximus. There were few flat paths. All was either uphill or downhill which isn’t a bad thing as the views were spectacular. There were few people on the trail today and we were often alone as we walked through cool forests, small farms and the odd meadow. It was a beautiful, sunny day and in no time we were down to tee shirts.
We caught up with Rita and David again today but didn’t see mushroom girls. I’m hoping they didn’t make any mistakes in their mushroom harvest. A local couple were set up along the trail with their donkeys. Solomon had “buen camino” written on his flank and didn’t seem too impressed by it. His owner played the pan flute. The sound was beautiful and fit right in with the woods, stream and spiritual nature of the camino. While there we met an 80 year old man walking with his son. They’d come a lot farther than we had.
By the time we reached Arzua we were pretty tired and very hungry. We’d been talking about Arzua being famous for cheese which made us all crave pizza. So….we searched for pizza. The town was deserted so it wasn’t easy to find but we did and it was good. To celebrate we had a maxibon ice cream for dessert.
Apparently All Saints Day is a national holiday in Spain so there’s not much going on. We ended up back in our room and, still full from pizza, didn’t bother with dinner. We’re just pooped. With 28,000 steps and 20 km logged, it was the shortest day yet. Oh well. Maybe the effects were cumulative?