Finca Rural les Fanecaes
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... was very nice indeed. There was the most amazing double sided oven in the old kitchen, that spanned the width of the middle of the room, with an oven on each wall . The ovens were round, like dual pizza ovens, but had no chimney themselves, the chimney was in the centre of the stone archway that wasn't an archway, it was straight, but had a keystone, that spanned and divided the large room. A carved stone bowl sink sat in the wall, with a drain, and a ...
... comments that alot of places were full. One man offered us his Netbook so we could look for places and make a reservation. We must admit we were a bit concerned given the conversations, but opted to honour our Camino philosophy and not pre-book anything.
Everyone was in bed before 9pm.
Despite a gentle beginning and some stellar early morning scenery, today was frustrating and hard and hot and long.
This was not what I would call an enjoyable ...
... and her friend for dinner. We were also then joined by a polish lady and a spanish gentleman. Dinner was an absolute laugh and John is definitely not shy on cracking a bottle of red. John explained he had a tradition of taking his grandkids on the last 100 or so ks of the camino when they turned 14. John is now a consultant to cheese makers in Germany, china and other countries. I did say to him 'blessed are the cheese makers', and ...
... in Galicia. The legend says that after St. James was beheaded, his followers retrieved his body and made it to the beaches nearby to Santiago de Compostela. His body was covered with scallop shells. His body is said to be buried in the cathedral in Santiago. St. James and his brother St. John were both present at the Last Supper and very close to Jesus.
I just was able to download pictures for yesterday's post. Look at The Collector of Smiles and Marga and Carmen.
... and my family chronically for days. I then had a walking bawl for quite a while. As if the damned cold morning air and wind doesn't make your nose run the damned bawling made it a running tap!
Fortunately my walking buddies were in front of me but Hedley being the intuitive and sensitive person he is somehow got it and gave me my space, checked that I was ok and left me to me. Felt so stupid walking along bawling my eyes out.
Had morning coffee where ...