"The farmer ploughs on..." is a Dutch phrase we learned at dinner last night. Kind of like, "Keep calm and carry on." Seems just right for today. Nothing grueling or fancy, just walking and taking it all in. We went from Ventas to Palas de Rei. Staying in a somewhat bustling Albergue run by an Italian man who promises a delightful pesto. Totally international crew for dinner, including a 76-year old Portuguese man who is singing as I type. Should be a fun one!
The farmer ploughs...
And we walk.
Foggy cow morning
Arriving Palas de Rei
Pulpo just out of pot
Casina di Marcello
We were excited to run into Pillar from Mexico in Palas de Rei. Had not seen her since Acebo...