Galicia

I get away from Triacastle about 0800, beautiful rolling hills in Galicia, mostly farmland, good going. The weather since I have been on the Camino has been in the high 70´s no rain except for one day. There are many milk cows grazing and at night they herd them back to the villages down the main drag which is really nothing more than a lane. Every cow leaves evidence of it´s passing. The barn is either next to the house or under it. Must make for interesting eau de bovine. Out in the fields I try to engage a cow in conversation but my ¨cow´is like my spanish and we have a communication problem. She rolls her big brown eyes and utters something I take to mean ´screw off buster´
I made it to Saria and decided to go a few more k´s to Rente and end up staying in a castle like hotel all by myself. I had hoped to eat with the family but ended up eating alone in a big dining room. I slept in to 0830 met 4 other men all about my age and we travelled together, A yank now in N. Ireland, a Swiss now in Denver, A man from Denver and a Swiss. We stopped at every Bar for coffee, strangly none of was in a hurry. Less than 100 k. left