The ocean wasn’t always on my left today. Sometimes it was on my right and other times it was not visible. Which probably means I was periodically off track, but I made it to Caminha, my last stop in Portugal.
Despite two days on a sacred pilgrimage route, I still don’t have a solid overarching philosophy of religion. On one hand, I lost my phone but then it showed up. . . in front of a church. On the other hand, the Californians completely left me alone yesterday but then asked me to play cards with them this morning while we waited for the rain to stop . . . at breakfast. Is some higher power toying with me?
I didn’t wait for the rain to stop; I headed out this morning despite clouds and drizzle (a condition that I will not call “clizzle” or “droudy”) and although there were severe storm warnings out all day and the sky was often very dark and threatening, I never got rained on (Another sign? Am I overthinking this?).
(Like you, I also think this one would be good to enter in the Frederick County Fair).
Much of the Camino de Santiago out here is composed of cobblestones like these, which is both charming and authentic, but after 70+ miles of riding on this, my ass is extremely sore. I would consider addressing it by jumping in the ocean but everything is pretty cold here. Although the Iberian Peninsula is not that large, one side borders the Mediterranean and the other the North Atlantic and, at least this week, the climates are very different.
Last night in Esposende, a massive weather front moved in and I really didn’t want to be caught
walking around in it, so I ran to a little store and bought some bread and cheese to bring back to my room for dinner. Tonight I hit downtown Caminha and had a proper meal at this café, which was full of people who seemed to be having a good time based on my limited ability to assess the mood of people speaking Portuguese.
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