Saturday, 7th October.
I could bore you with the details of the towns we went through
today, the daytime fireworks (what was the point of that?), a
wooden carving of the crucifixion, a French woman talking in her
sleep, but I won't. Instead, here are two photos that sum up
above (l-r): Dave, Barb and Noelle.
In the evening we ate at the refugio at Rivadiso de Baixo. As we
finished dinner, a sturdy man at the other end of the table started
singing Spanish songs, in a strong, proud voice. He sang accompanied
only by the clapping of the other pilgrims. He sang and we listened.
He sang and we wished we could sing. As his voice echoed around the
hall we smiled: we arrive in the outskirts of Santiago tomorrow.
(Afterwards someone asked me to take a photo of them all. In
Spain they don't say "cheese", they say "patatas"!)