Most of today was familiar but new. Familiar because we’re (reluctantly) getting used to pretty endless cobblestones, strong winds, and near ideal temperatures. What was new was narrow country lanes with high stone walls of various ages…
…plus a number of micro-farms with cattle, hogs, sheep and whatnot sidling up to the stone walls to say “hi.” The dog component was represented by yappy little things, big protector guys and a the stealth attack of a solid chunk of brown muscle and jaw aimed at Dave’s neck. Happily, a protective fence had been constructed to prevent any contact.
There were crazily decorated yards and vineyards.
Our first pilgrimage blessing - other than great weather and great hiking companions, occurred at this rather bucolic scene where Dave took an unintended dive into the creek. Some bruises and wet clothing later, he emerged relatively unscathed.
We arrived in Viana do Castelo grateful for all the good stuff and excited to enter Spain tomorrow,
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