Stacy: Day 10 - Bouldering is a 'Thing'

So, we were dropped off at the exact same spot we were picked up by the hotel owner--you can see that the tide was out this morning! Parts of the bay are as shallow as 2 meters (6 feet), and you can see that around this bridge. We started our walk through the areas she drove past.

And, I discovered that 'bouldering' is a thing. It's walking/hiking over large rocks (makes sense, right?). My sister was amazing, getting my dad up (and down) the rock path that looks like it might have been laid by ancient peoples (Romans? The Celts?). There were some (wheel) ruts in many of the stones along the whole path.

Gorgeous, still!

So, on the Camino, you come across many different people. Some excitedly shout "Buen Camino!" to everyone they pass; others barely say anything. Some share their snacks, and most look out for one another, especially if the person is in trouble.

My dad needs to rest often, and that's usually just leaning against a pillar or wall for a minute. But, he must look absolutely horrible or something because today we had several people stop and ask if he was alright.

It doesn't help that I couldn't remember the Spanish word for "tired," (which is "cansado,"), and this one time, I mimed being tired by hanging my tongue out of my mouth and panting... Apparently, I either did a horrible job, or she misinterpreted it because she because very worried. We had to reassure her he was fine.

We came across them a couple more times on the trail--we all stop to take breaks at our own pace, and even though they walked more quickly, we'd pass each other up.

We also ran into two young American ladies a couple of times, and chatted with them some. After verifying dad was alright during a break, they initially asked us to take their photo in front of a mile marker. We struck up a conversation. One of them has the same hat as Dad, and they both got a kick out of that.

We finally came upon our destination city: Pontevedra. It was another hot day, and we were absolutely exhausted from bouldering.

We stopped in an absolutely lovely church on our way to our hostel, and then continued on our way.

Well, we walk so slowly, we got there after the hostel's usual times to check in. Had to panick-call our Camino travel agent, and we were given the door codes.

After cleaning up, we headed to the closest open food place (usually bars because restaurants don't open until 8pm), where I had the most delicious burger! It was better than most burgers I've ever had in the US!

Had my first taste of Padron Peppers, too. YUM!

Goodnight!