Day 23 ending in Sarria

Another lovely day in Spain. The path today was sorely bereft of cafes, but I bravely soldiered on.

Sarria is unlovely. It’s a main starting point by circumstance alone.

Anyhoo, tomorrow is another shorter day. I’ll stop and smell the flowers a lot.

This neat old building, an ironworks and forge, in Triacastela has been serving pilgrims on foot and on horseback for centuries. It’s now a public space and an interpretative center
I visited an art gallery at 8 am. This old English dude fell in love with the village and stayed
Strangely enough, we talked about country music. We both love Kris Kristofferson.
This muddy path was unbearably charming for some reason
An old fountain. No I didn’t drink from it.
The only bit left of the castle in Sarria.

Miles 12

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