Camino Frances | Day 30
Portomarín to Melide
One minute update
I cannot believe I’ve been on this epic adventure for a whole month now.A nyway, we left the albergue at 6:30 am trying to beat the crowds. A fellow pilgrim at the main square pointed us in the right direction, and we made our way down the desolate streets under the rain.
The nearest bar was eight kilometers away, but it was worth the wait. I had eggs for breakfast for the second time on the trip. A pilgrim cannot merely live on bread and butter alone. My buddy agrees.
We had a few laughs at the expense of unexperienced pilgrims struggling with the elements and then jumped at the chance to refill my water bottle at Ventas de Narron where I got a stamp from a talkative blind volunteer at a dark and humid chapel.
Came across horreos, cows, friendly dogs, and the strangest of contraptions. A tall glass of orange juice at a bar, you know, to keep the tradition alive.
Palas del Rei was initially the final destination for the day, but that would be too easy, wouldn’t it? We decided instead to push on an extra fifteen kilometers. We headed to the church in search of the second oldest “stamp design” on the Camino and ordered a round of beer while enjoying a much-needed break to air out or wet feet.
A farmer and his herd of cattle crossed our path. These are the moments that I will remember for the rest of my life. We still had an extra nine kilometers cutting through the most beautiful landscape before reaching Melide at five pm.
I took out much-needed cash and headed to a private albergue where we treated ourselves to a private bedroom. We watched a soccer, I’m sorry, a football match on an iPad before calling it a day, a forty-kilometer day.
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