Louranzá June 27

 Slow news day.  Difficult walk.  So glad that yesterday I shaved off a couple of miles, which included one sizeable hill because there were so many!  And my intuition not to go farther because I might have difficulty getting a taxi to come pick me up was right on the money because there was not a single bar, or enterprise, or church or anything to tell the taxista where, exactly I was, just random farm buildings.

But I must tell of the nicest thing that happened.  Miguel, el taxista, picked me up at 6:30 to take me to Santa Cruz, no not that one, the one with the sign on the road:

 It was raining lightly and as I was getting my poncho on and organizing my gear, Miguel,who had already left to go back to Ribadeo, swung around, got out of his super nice Mercedes, opened the trunk and pulled out a neon green vest sort of thing and put it over my poncho.  

The rain was not terrible and it was in the 60´s.  How anyone could do this stage in the hear, I do not know. Over 1000 meters (about 3300 feet) of climbing is what it had to offer, and the guide book pointed out—this is when you are desperate—that there was the lovely small of eucalyptus along this stage.  Have I complained sufficiently about the amount of asphalt on this Camino?

I do not know whether this cautionary sign is for people or cows:

This is who comes out to play in grey, rainy weather:

And these two who seemed to be having quite a tête-a-tête:

(Buy a computer in Europe and you can easily do an accent circumflex)

It was heavily misty all day, so the pretty views looked like this:

I am staying as Casa Gloria, the most modest of properties, but it is a sweet sort of set up and there are lots of bunnies running about: