Raindrops keep falling on my head…Burt Bacharach.

Day 10- Vilalba to Baamonde  (bus)
Baamonde to Miraz- 14.6km

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We woke to rain. Galicia is a green region for a reason. It rains most of the time here, although oddly, they have water restrictions. A decision needed to be made- walk 20km to Baamonde (and still be a day behind schedule); walk 35km to Miraz (and be on schedule); or catch a bus to Baamonde, then walk to Miraz. It was time for an easy day.

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It was 10.30am before we were ejected from the bus into the rain at Baamonde, the disputed 100km mark on the Norte. This is the minimum amount of kilometres that pilgrims need to walk to gather their Compostella in Santiago.  We had hoped to see a few more walkers from here. By the first five kilometres, we were passed by a trio of Spanish men (who had started from Navia, about 140km back). We also met a group of six Catholic college girls (from Peru, Mexico and Spain) staying at the Albergue de Perigrinos here in Miraz, who started today at Baamonde.

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The Spanish trio ready to pass us.

The walk took us four hours to complete as the rain made the conditions tough. Some of the paths were barely passable due to the quagmire of mud and silage to traverse. We did pass a 14th century church, the Chapel of San Alberte, that looked heavenly in these atmospheric conditions. A few of the very small villages could have easily made it on the Hobbit- town movie lot.

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The 14th century Chapel of San Alberte.

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Michael wanting another pair of shoes.

Miraz was a place that was on our wish list. Our guidebook had said that the Albergue is run by volunteers from the British Confraternity of St James. English speaking hospitaleros. What a joy to be understood. Ted and Avril are a retired couple from the Midlands who donate a few weeks a year to run this donativo Albergue. They are a lovely couple who have made us, and the six college girls, very welcoming. They are into their eighth year of volunteering and the stories they tell of past pilgrims, could easily fill a book. Four thousand passed through their door last year.

So as the rain eases, and our clothes dry by the fire, it is time to walk up to the town for a bite before bed. Buenos noches everybody.

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At the 92km marker.

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6 thoughts on “Raindrops keep falling on my head…Burt Bacharach.

  1. Congratulations – not so far to go. Our memories of Galicea are of constant rain and mud, but also the beautiful brilliant green everywhere. You are both doing an amazing job – you are tough so keep going.

  2. Inside the last 100!
    Well done you sodden peregrinoes.
    I remember oh too well the Galacian damp. The wind, rain and cold along with wet boots become your challenge. Whilst the pursuit of hot soup, a warm shower and an Albergue with a heater become your holy grail!
    I am sure I’ve the Camino blues and am envious of your achievements.
    Buen Camino
    Stewart

  3. Alas, another wet walk. I do hope you get some sunshine soon you darlings. I suppose every puff of wind and every drop of rain coming from the North Atlantic Ocean comes to Galicia. Do they breed cattle in that part of Spain. What other farming or Fishing gets carried on there?

    Love from the Scotts.

    • We got plenty of sunshine yesterday and now it is another cloudy day. But we enjoyed our sunny day yesterday.
      There is a lot of cows around here. They also seem to have grain crops but we are unsure of what they are. As we head closer to Finisterre there will be more fishing and better seafood. Xxx

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