Day thirty, 14.59 mi.
Another gorgeous day. We ascend for some time and see clouds that are islands of fluff in the sky:
At one point there is a fork in the path, but stones in the shape of an arrow make clear our direction:
Evidence of human needs breaks through the fluff that dances in the sky:
There are lots of berries by the path, some ripe, some not:
Don't these look perfect for eating?
A cemetary:
We are so enjoying the vegetation, wild and planted:
There are groves and groves of chestnut trees:
Poisonous?
Granny!
and her steed!
Recycling bins everywhere:
The gorgeous scenery of the day diminishes as we walk under highways:
several times:
Tomorrow's walk, to O'Cebreiro is all up hill. In case it is too much, there are choices:
After a bit of debate this evening, we bag the nag option and decide to continue with our our original mode of transportation.
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