…and all of a sudden is late Autumn, almost Winter.
In the dorm room, the number of “miners”, i.e. the ones that obey to a superior law of nature, whereby the Camino stages must start at seven or earlier, and they go around the dorm like in trance at 6 am wearing their torch lights on their headfront, indeed like miners, well, even these are less and less with most of the others intend to start not earlier than 8:30. At 8:30 is is still pitch dark and whoever lives in the villages where we stop for the night do not seem in the need to go to work until much later.
Today has been one of the longest stages ever walked. Pretty much endless and quite tiring due to the many ups and downs sometimes for no apparent reason apart from aggravating the progress for us poor pilgrims on the road. Tomorrow we’ll see the ocean, and we pray for the weather to stay as pretty as today with cold air but with a nice and hot sunshine.
In Muxia, Father Xavier is waiting for us and shall cook something for us. It shall be another quite long stage, but the prospect of a nice evening looking at the sea, even in a cold whether, will give us the wings.