Still dark as we began walking – the sky turned a deep yellow. Purple and pink heather on either side of the path, below low banks of fog. Evidence of logging.
Stopped at Casa do Pointe for breakfast. The proprietor brought some delicious local honey to “help my cough”. It had the consistency of childhood thick liquid vitamins, with the taste of ambrosia. I ate extra. :)
Fields of goats and corn with plenty of inte
raction with locals. Steep stee
p paths with rock outcroppings – lots of energy here, paths festooned with borders of heather. I am reminded of the birthday of my niece Heath
er in Prince George, and as divine intervention at the 66, 245 marker (painted in peace flag colours) we found a home 
of two women – one who is a silversmith, and the other a musician from Argentina. We were invited guests, shared a coffee, and listened to beautiful guitar music. I bought a small piece of her work for Heather, and wrapped it with t
wo sprigs of purple heather. A gift of the heart.Noon time walking meditation, full of joy and thank
fulness, towards the crest of a hill. Wind turbines moving in the distance, fog moving in on cat feet. This is such peaceful countryside with planted pine and eucalyptus forests; the scent is divine.Arrived in Melide after 6 kms of unpleasant asphalt. Melide is the joining point with the Camino Frances, so expect way more people on the trails from here on in until Santiago.
Spent a relaxing time with Bent, drinking beer in the sunshine. He leaves tomorrow via bus to Santiago. Decided to give pulpo one more try – one more last try it turns out. It remains low on my best foods list.
Enjoyed the orange night sky with Irish songs before bed – the gift of voices. A great day.
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