Triacastella

Short 21 kilometer walk with downhill to the town of Triacastella began with thick morning fog. The author of our guidebook has definitely never walked the Camino. He describes today's walk as a short sustained downhill. All three of us certainly thought he was high on Galician weed when he wrote that description. We were thrown upon steep accents one after another to reach yet another alto before a somewhat cruel drop of 4 kilometers to our end town.
Congratulations to mom who is now a true pelegrino with two brand new blisters to add to her third day of walking the Camino. No dolor, no hay Gloria which translates to no pain, no glory. We were fortified partway down the hill with lasagna and callos con garbanzo (tripe with sausage and garbanzo. Dinner was paella with non remarkable lamb chops and delectable lengue (beef tongue) in such savory sauce that I wiped every drop of it with bread into my mouth. A visit to the pharmacy for some blister meds and a good night's rest should get mom set for our 25 km outing to a semi larger town of Sarria. I am in perigrino nirvana at the moment, full of energy with absolutely nothing aching but that can quickly change tomorrow.