Fälling Asleep to crickets in the tall grass, now in green and beautiful Galicia, just outside of Portomarin. Very long day' s hike--- almost 30 k from Samos. The monk giving the tour of the monastery asked for translators for French& English, but he raced along without giving us time to translate! Several people thanked me for trying, I am going to ask a Benedictine friend to write a one- page explanation of their life & rule-- people wanted to understand more about the monastic tradition than the art & architecture of this grand edifice. I told them about Thomas Merton, and Kathleen Norris "' Cloister Walk." I also think St Benedict would want us to have pillows in the Albergue, as he was so big on hospitality!!
We got to a perfect refuge-- it is hard to leave it-- showers & clean clothes, blisters rebandaged, but early morning is the best time to walk! I saved the fresh cheese -- like Brie here-- and homemade quince preserves from yesterday' fantastic lunch to eat at breakfast. Then we stArt again-- we have less than 100 k to go, now! Ultreya-- there are more pilgrims coming in now--- love to all, martina
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