Two years ago today, I was walking the Camino Frances. While on the trail, I didn’t really post all that often; therefore, for the next 38 days, I will be posting a little blurb from my journal and up to 10 photos (not necessarily the best pictures but more that they represent that day in some particular way). It’s kind of like a little memorial as for me, the season of spring is now irrevocably linked to the Camino experience. Today is day 35 – May 25th. Portomarin to Palas del Rei

Lovely mist over the river when I left about 7am today. Didn’t have breakfast but not sure if that is why I still felt so energy-less. I probably need a rest day! Today’s walk was more countryside, road, and random villages. I stopped for breakfast at a roadside café-bar about 7km into the walk. Was crappy but I needed the food. …

Today, I stopped three times in total – my second stop was for a real breakfast but the place only had bocadillos so I only had a hot chocolate. Third stop was at a place in the middle of the countryside. By that time, it was probably about 11am and I was walking with Peter the German. Nice guy – we ended up walking together for a couple hours. The conversation ranged from Chancellor Angela Merkel and the EU economy to a German story called Nathan the Wise (a fascinating story that includes a parable featuring a ring – the story is about religion and religious tolerance). We parted ways at the church in Palas del Rei after we each got a photo of both of us with our respective cameras.

I got lost trying to find the municipal albergue so I asked one lady for directions but she wouldn’t help – she almost looked afraid of me or something. It was very weird. A young couple directed me instead and I eventually found it. However, the place was full even though I’d arrived just after 2pm. They’d been full a long time, apparently. Off I went to another albergue which thankfully had space. I didn’t enjoy the walk back and forth through Palas del Rei. It was a busy Saturday early afternoon and the town was ugly.

Ran into Irish Derek and Australian Claire again. We had dinner with an Irish family, tapas style. A break from the pilgrim menu! Had tortilla, roasted salted green chili peppers, bread, lovely cheese, a charcuterie plate, and pulpo. It had a strange texture and taste, the pulpo. But what did I expect from boiled octopus only sprinkled with paprika… I had two pieces – one with suckers and one without. Will never have pulpo again, I think…

Got sick again so somewhere in my food today, there was fresh pork. It’s like Russian roulette, eating in Spain!