…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.