My apologies for not sharing more sooner; yesterday I was in Granada and today I went to a little pueblo called Villaharta with a friend of my host family. It's obvious that things here have been very occupied in the most wonderful way possible. I'm traveling to Malta on Wednesday, and later this month I'm going to London as well. Budget airlines are really a beautiful thing.
Here are some photos from the third day of my Camino. I walked through Arzúa and stopped for the night in a town called Pedrouzo, which was not my favorite place at all, maybe in part because it was a very long day and I was exhausted upon my arrival. There were also a ton of cows along this stretch, which is saying something considering that I'm from the Midwest and have seen my share of cows.
As always, I walked with several friendly people, among them a very kind Galician couple named Pablo and Paola, both of whom are university professors. They humored my bad Spanish, and Paola practiced her English with me too. Later I met two middle-aged Valencian couples who took photos with me and asked me lots of questions about why I was walking alone and whether it felt unsafe. Mariteresa, who was very maternal and caring, told me that I had to return to Spain to work when I graduate, because she said she was sure that I could find work with my English skills. It's very likely she was just being friendly, but it's a nice thought.
When I got to Pedrouzo, I also discovered some crazy bloodstains in my shoes and felt really cool. But you probably didn't need to know that.
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| Fifty kilometers to go |
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| There was a missionary here giving out wax stamps |
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| "It's easy!" |
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| I really liked these colors |
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| One of hundreds of cows along the way |
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| Twenty-five kilometers to go |
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| A plague of eucalyptus trees |
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