We started off after first light, and we were going downhill for a while, but we still had to get over Alto do Poio, the highest point on this mountain range. For most of the day we were above the clouds, and the valleys were full of fog.
The paths, while rocky at times, were generally quite good and tree lined.

At times it seemed we were walking on paths that had been carved over hundreds of years by the feet of millions of pilgrims.
The views were of rolling hills, and patchwork fields.

Of course cows have right of way, this includes the farmer on his donkey and his German Shepherd dog (called Killer).
During our walk today we passed through a number of small villages, at one of them was possibly the smallest church. It wasn’t open but it could not have held more than 20 people.
At another village we were stopped by a little old lady, selling the pancakes she had made. From milk from her own cows and eggs from her own chickens, and she pointed to the cows in her shed and chickens running around the yard. The were very nice.
At another village they were selling fresh raspberries and cranberries they had picked. They were very fresh and nice also.
When we arrived into the town we rewarded ourselves with a nice glass of a Vino in the shade.
We were reminded we are in Galicia with its Celtic heritage as some Pilgrims were piped into town.



