June 6: Mercadoiro to Hospital de Cruz
Outside the albergue I hoist the backpack onto a chair. In no time, a kitten (el gato) is nosing my backpack enticed perhaps by the scent of yesterday’s bocadillo. I head out and take an abundance of photos. I've noticed the better I feel the more photos I take.
Outside the albergue I hoist the backpack onto a chair. In no time, a kitten (el gato) is nosing my backpack enticed perhaps by the scent of yesterday’s bocadillo. I head out and take an abundance of photos. I've noticed the better I feel the more photos I take.
What a Wonderful World: Quickly passing through the hamlets of Moutras and Parrocha with more ancient stone houses and walled fences I come into another hamlet of Vilacha. Here an exquisite black wrought iron fence surrounds a stone house laden with more wild roses. I think of one of my favorite songs by Louis "Satchmo" Armstrong. “What a Wonderful World.” I see trees of green … red roses too…I see ‘em bloom.... for me and for you ..And I think to myself... what a wonderful world… Indeed!
I cross the Mino River and climb the steep steeps to Portomarin. The first thing I do is find a place to have my sello stamped and order a hot tea and croissant. I find a cash machine in town and load up with a few more euros. I planned to mass mass at the 12th church of San Nicolas, but would not start for another two hours so I was on my way and disappointed for several reasons including that Master Mateo's work is here, as well as him carving the Portico de Gloria at the cathedral in Santiago de Compostela which was my destination.
Could this be Thurston Howell III and "Lovey" up ahead?
This couple were so well groomed and well dressed they couldn't possibly be pilgrims. Perhaps they were out for a stroll with him in his starched shirt and her with those stylish green skinny jeans. And why a driver? Was he there to pick them up or plan a meeting place later. One of the oddiest sights on the Camino.