I lift up my eyes to the mountains
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The maker of heaven and earth – Psalm 121
I left at dawn this morning to make the steep climb to reach O’Cebreiro which sits at 1300M above sea level. I walked with Linda from New Zealand, whom I met on day 27, for most the ascent and we had a very nice conversation. At a rest stop for breakfast I ran into Allison, New Zealand, and Kevin and Charlotte, London. I also met Gary from Canada.
I am now in the last province, Galicia. This is where the legend of Santiago was born. This northwest corner of Spain bears little resemblance to the type of landscape that comes to mind when thinking about Spain. It is wet and very green and is surrounded by mountains which makes farming a challenge. Celtic symbols are commonly found carved into the stone of homes or churches. Common also are bagpipes and witches, both good and bad. Hearty soups, darker bread, queimada (a strong drink), and pulpo (octopus) are common on menus.
After my final ascent of the day I rested at a bar for over one hour, hoping to see Kevin and Charlotte. I had all but given up thinking they had passed me somewhere when, here they came, up the last tough incline. The three of us started our descent into Fonfria (population 30) where I am staying. We met Jeff from Vancouver on the trail and the four of us walked and talked into Fonfria where we all ended up staying in the pilgrims’ alberque. Kevin and Charlotte, as well as myself, have a private room. We will have a pilgrims’ meal at 7 with everyone in the albergue. Tomorrow is a very short day of only 5 1/2 miles so I can sleep in and take my time into Triacastela