…And Rest
27 April
A beautiful, mystical walk in the forests of Galicia this morning.
Unfortunately, thanks to a drunken Englishman with a penchant for snoring and shouting in his sleep, Francine got very little sleep last night. By the time we got to Sarria, she was done for the day.
We had a last lunch with Eamon and bid him adieu as he pushed on.
Evening Mass in a relatively modern church, built atop a 12th century version of same.
We rented a room and had a lovely dinner with the old Irish crew, headed by Mia, looking sharp with a new haircut.
It was a much needed afternoon of rest.
Even if there wasn’t any Internet.
The English have a corner on the whole soccer hooligan thing, but Camino hooliganism?!
Just this particular Englishman, who has become infamous up and down the Camino.