This morning I began my walk with a 27-year-old gal from China named Yow Yow who lives and works in Portugal. I met her yesterday; we both were walking into the late afternoon to get to Calvor. We didn’t really walk together yesterday, but this morning we did. She speaks pretty good English, which is her 3rd language (this is …
I left La Faba in some light rain, and it became harder and windier as we climbed up through the hills to the next tiny, quaint town called O’Cebreiro (prounounced: Oh-thay-bray-AIR-oh). The Iglesia (church) de Santa Maria Real is one of the earliest surviving buildings on the Camino de Santiago, dating from the 9th century. I needed to …