Anyway, done! I had lunch and a beer at the top; changed my jersey and thought the 12 miles to the next town would be downhill cake. It turned out there were several, hundred foot climbs and descents along the ridge before the down. With the afternoon sun. It added insult to the injury.
I'm in a small town Tricastella at the bottom and scored a private room in a hostal also known as Alburge. Did some laundry in a sink and just enjoying sitting on a late afternoon. I'm probably 2-3 days away from Santiago. I don't mind saying I'm ready to be home. I'm also aware to not rush there and ignore my last few days on this very long journey I've been on.
It seems like I've been gone a year because I see so much and experience so much in a single day. I think it's been 32 days so far.
There is a young singing group from Spain doing part of the Camino that sings at night to earn money for their trip. Brought a smile to my face...
Buen Camino
Dave
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