In my head, I am always looking for the next mountain and trying to figure out how high it is and how it is similar or different to our last mountain. Must be the American in me.
We are on the road early. There was word of rain (which happened at midnight).
As it turns out, we have left early enough that it is generally cool while we are walking. Additionally, we are entering the region of Galicia, which, at least in the mountains, is foggy and misty. Which is exactly the weather we need.
As a Californian, I struggle with whether or not to use a raincoat (let alone put on a jacket or take off the sunglasses).
We quickly learn that it is important to order caldo (soup). I am also intrigued by the use of “x” in place of “j” and sometimes “s”.
When I ask an in keeper about “Quexo do Cerbeiro”, she explains that it is cheese (queso), not complaints (quejo). She also asks why Americans say “ahhhh” when they are thinking. Don’t the flies go in?
Throughout the day, I manage to drop one book and to lose both my soap and maps. Sigh.
We walk further than expected and end up at an albergue which apparently sleeps 90. Must be close to Santiago.