A good traveler has no fixed plans



We had problems sleeping in Porrino, our first night in Spain. There was a festival going on with much drinking. Around 3 am, a drunk guy pounded on our door calling out someone’s name. Eventually, he realized he was pounding on the wrong door. It seemed that he might break down the door but it withstood his blows. Someone he knew came out and they shouted at each other. Finally, they went outside and walked away shouting.

We walked out of town and it started raining.

It rained most of the day and much of our walk was through urban areas.

It is hard to keep a positive attitude when it you walk over uneven stones and concrete much of the day,  it rains hard, and the air is chilly.

We walked through Redondela and had trouble, at times, getting across the N-550 highway. We took shelter in communal washing…

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