Day 15 – thoughts of home

Well, the weather continued to be wicked last night – quite the flurry with the snow blowing sideways.  Given the absence of any good (or even decent) restaurants in O’Cebreiro we opted to just stay at our little Casa Rural and eat there – their food was a little sketchy but still much better than going out.

The walk today was again glorious, although the amount of snow we had was quite the surprise.  We were both dressed warmly enough but neither of us had any desire to take our gloves off until we had reached our endpoint.

We are now in the province of Galicia, which is apparently one of the poorest in Spain. It seems in large respect that life here is little unchanged over the years. We travel from wee village to wee village, each  comprised of a church and a handful of farm homes with the barn attached to the homes.  It seems many farmers have around 30 head of cattle and 2 herding dogs (the dogs are huge – and really cute) and they all seem to lead them from place to place right along “Main Street” (aka the Camino).  You do need to watch your step and it can get pretty slippery when wet. All the villages smell like cow dung, but somehow with the simple way of life  and each village nestled into its surrounds, that seems okay.

Sometime today, if all goes according to plan, 259 Indian Valley Trail will no longer belong to Tom & me.  Much of today was spent reliving many happy moments from our home of 22+ years – family Christmases (my favourite time of year), tripping over countless pairs of shoes in the front hall with either Jamie or Katie having a gang over (usually someone’s hockey team), family cats Tiger and Syd, wonderful next-door neighbours….a house that was always a home.

259 Indian Valley Trail