Day 23, April 27: Porto do Barqueiro to O Porto de Espasante

Couples taking turns on “El banco más bonito”. “The most beautiful bench.” It’s actually labeled that on Google maps.

Post by Wynette: You may have noticed how often the place names here start with “O”. That means “the” in Galician.

We are nearing the end of the Ruta Cantábrica. People can walk this route either east to west or west to east. We are glad we went east to west because it has seemed the further west we go the more incredible this coast line is. If we’d started here, we might have been disappointed by places east in comparison. But as it has been, we’ve been blown away by nearly every day’s walk on the Ruta.

It’s impossible for me to put into words how stunning today’s hike was. I just wish everyone could experience it. It was a cloudy gray day. Light rain the first hour. We never got any sun on the walk. It would have been even more amazing in the sun with turquoise water but we still loved it.

(We walked about 9.5 miles. Quite a lot of up and down. My ankle and toe and knee did pretty well.)

A good place for a picnic (and bread and chocolate)
We were here
Beautiful old house we passed a little inland

Day 22, April 26: Porto do Barqueiro

Looking down to the port from walk about half way to the grocery store

Post by Wynette: (Written and posted on April 27.) You’d think since this was a rest day, I would have done a bunch of blogging but never did. Was mostly planning the rest of our trip. More about that in another post. Charlie took a very strenuous 14+ mile hike. I hope he’ll post about that. While Charlie was doing his killer hike, I mostly sat in the hotel restaurant/bar doing research on my phone and asking our hotel hosts for help with transportation questions, etc. And drinking several cups of their great coffee. I did do the very steep walk up to the grocery store and back and walked around the port some.

The hotel was run by three women. We should have asked but we think they were a grandmother, who did much of the cooking, her daughter who seemed to be the main one in charge, and her daughter who did the desk, made coffee, etc. We really enjoyed our two days of interacting with these lovely women.

At one point when I was sitting at my table drinking coffee, the younger one walked over to me and said she was learning English but she was too embarrassed to speak it. Of course, I encouraged her to jump in and not worry about making mistakes. But I’m sure her teacher tells her that, too. She said she is taking lessons.

Some little boats in the little port