Norte from Avilés to Ribadeo; Camino del Mar from Ribadeo to Ferrol
Some of you might think I am obsessed with horreos seeing the daily slideshows. But I’m not the only one. We passed this sign today that talked about them. Here is the context of the sign.
Here is one painted to match the house.
And here’s a timesaver, you can wait for the bus and dry your crops at the same time.
I stand by horreos and so does Wynette
Usually you remove the old tv. This was in San Bartolo and was one of the nicest rooms we have had despite being older, or maybe because of it. It also had only two plugs and none by the beds. But two phones, two plugs, fast charging, we got along fine. They had removed the phone which many places have not, so we always hide it on the floor under the side table.
We haven’t seen a lot of graffiti. When we passed this one Wynette asked if I thought the writer was young or old. Young. And why not generalize. Ah, to be young again.
Post by Wynette: We didn’t do any ocean walking today. We could see our destination, Foz, just across the estuary, probably one or two miles as the crow flies. But no bridge or ferry or very strong crow to take us there. We had to walk around the estuary to get to Foz, so we put in a nine mile day. (Foz is pronounced foth, long O, rhymes with both.)
We quite enjoyed the walk. Went through a couple of lovely old ramshackle villages, something I’ve missed on this Camino.
After about 4 miles we came to the restaurant where we hoped to have our first coffee and food for the day. We had to walk about 200 yards out of our way down a busy highway to get to it. The restaurant was huge. Served highway travelers. To our relief it was open. There was a big tour bus in the parking lot but we’d seen that once before and weren’t too worried about getting our coffee and eggs. But, the bar where you stood to order was mobbed. I stood there probably 20 minutes and no server even looked at me. Charlie was holding the table at the other side of the restaurant. I finally texted him and said I hadn’t been able to order. We didn’t think we had any other place to eat for miles. Charlie checked Google Maps again and found a bakery/pastry shop/bar another 300 yards up the road. So we ditched the big place and headed to the humble bakery. They were open! Pink (except with blue hair) waited on us. She didn’t seem excited about making fried eggs and toast but she said yes to our request. We had a tranquil breakfast with especially good toast.
