Boente to Lavacolla



BOENTE TO LAVACOLLA 
I have put two days together here. One because the terrain, etc. is similar and, two, I was more focused on being able to walk than take pictures.

Roz will role her eyes at me getting excited to see a new style of horreos and then quickly point a new one for me to take a picture of. These horreos are very popular in Galacia, maybe because there are huge sections of corn everywhere you look. Many have fallen into disrepair but the government has encouraged people to maintain and preserve this as part of their heritage. They come in all shapes and sizes and, supposedly, further south there are huge ones big enough for entire communities. I believe the biggest is 35 meters long. The earliest known ones date from about the 13th century but the oldest one standing is from the 15th century. Supposedly the flat and then the curve on the pedestals keep the rats out as they can't make that bend.
One thing Roz and I have commented on is how some people have gone to great lengths to acknowledge and welcome pilgrims on their walk.
This day became a real struggle for me. We were having to stop every 500m or so. When I was able to walk I had a good pace but things were not good.
Farm land everywhere. This section of the Camino is not difficult for the most part which is why I guess a large part of the number of pilgrims start in Sarria. To me it is beautiful but lacks a lot of the history that the first part has. The quaintness I guess.
As we came into Ribadiso I had a decision to make. My leg was very sore and I needed to be able to walk into Santiago so we decided to send me on in a cab.
Roz continued on. This is another Estrella Galcia mural of a hiker. Some say it is a likeness of Kevin Costner. I dont see it but
Arzua is also where the Camino del Norte joins the Frances so more pilgrims joined us to make their way to Santiago.
Roz had been craving a hamburger and she found one in a beautiful little restaurant.
I arrived at our albergue in A Calle right before Jarrod got there.

A CALLE TO LAVACOLLA 
30.849 km to go.
It was one of thise misty mornings that fill the soul.
Woodland trails that we appreciated as our weather was perfect. We were so lucky that we had been soaked once, damp numerous times and had stopped and were settled when some nasty rain came through.
This was a minature horreo in someone's front yard.
Another memorial to someone who died on the Camino. Every year there are people, mainly men it seems, who die  of heart attacks. This year a fellow fell off a cliff. Many are injured by falling on route or out of bed. Many are able to continue but lots have to leave. We met an Australian women whose friend broke her wrist in the shower trying to reach the soap behind her. Trip ending. Another lady we met was going so slow down a tough gulley as she had fallen and not broken anything but was bruised from her wrist ro her elbow.
It is mushroom time here is Spain.
Again today I could not walk very far. I chose to bail again but before Roz left we had some delicious homemade ginger lemonade.
Roz moved on and I decided to have lunch. Basil pasta with veggies. It was delicious.
We think this used to be a fountain but it has no water.
Ermita de Santa Irene. Hermitage that is a landmark for pilgrims. Built in the 17th century and dedicated to Saint Peter.
Looking inside a horreo.
Just one of the cool landmarks on the way. This one says Santiago on it.

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