Written on 6/10/Finished on 6/12
This feels like another somewhat nondescript day; leaving Arzua is not the prettiest of walks--it's like...a lot of car exhaust, crossing intersections, and feeling nostalgic for fields of wildflowers and covered forest paths.
Today was a rare sleep-in day, so we had a late start after breakfast (on trail around 9:30) and were among the last to leave the hotel. Cory and I mostly walked by ourselves today. Upon arriving in the outskirts of O Pedrouzo, we checked in with the hospitalera, Carmen, and ventured into town because they were hosting some sort of festival--I'm still not clear what was being celebrated (Corpus Cristi?) and it was relatively low-key, but it was worth the side-quest. O Pedrouzo marks the penultimate walk/stop before arriving in Santiago de Compostella.
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