Day...uh..24? Maybe it's a Saturday but I'm not entirely sure...
Having survived the grueling, flat, sun-crisped meseta we continued westward toward the lush mountains that drew ever closer from the horizon. Until they were upon us, or rather, we upon them. We had entered Galicia.
We climbed steadily higher in what was one of the more physically demanding days of the Camino. The view, of course, was worth the sweat-drenching effort. The added bonus? We had some animal companions for the better part of our climb.
We marched along the mountain ridges with a herd of cattle, a few cowherding dogs, and a jolly old farmer. We all ambled forward together at our own pace, the cows stopping to munch grass while we stopped to hydrate. Eventually they left toward their new pasture while we climbed higher to O Cebreiro.
The tiny stone village provided some nice reprieve after our trek. We arrived just as a wedding was taking place and thus we were able to take in some of the spectacle - singing, dancing, and some traditional Spanish/Celtic music. Plus we got to see the wedding present before it was opened...not that it was terribly well wrapped.
We are now a mere 5 days from Santiago, having walked, hiked, trekked, strolled, ambled, and limped the better part of 700km...with many a lesson learned.