When we were about to leave, it poured down. Otherwise it was just a couple of showers. Pleasant paths through woods and open landscapes. It would have been better if it hadn’t been so cold. It came even hail.
Met Jan. I arrived at Sobrado at half past three. The albergue opens first four. It started to rain again so I went to a café, there sat the woman from California. I helped her to book a room in Santiago.
The regugio is an old monastery. Stone paths and vaulted ceilings. Cold! Françoise is here, limping. The girls from Switzerland have taken in a hostel. It is said that it will only be 4 degrees tomorrow morning.
Had dinner by myself. Good fish.
To Sobrado.
To Sobrado.
Sobrado.
Sobrado.
The hostel in Sobrado.
The hostel in Sobrado.