Total Distance: 26.6 km
Total Time: 6.5h
Total Euro: 21/person
Route: Villafranca to La Faba
Today marks exactly one month on the trail. There was some reggae festival going on all night, plus it was hot up on the attic floor of the albergue, so when the alarms started going off at 4:45, E and I were already awake. We quickly got ready and then left the albergue and proceeded to try to make our way out of town. We were met by people in varying states of sobriety, from the exuberant French couple, to the exhausted pairs or triplets headed back to their cars, to the kid passed out on the grass, his body all a-tangle. We took a wrong turn on the way out and spent about half an hour funding our way back to the Camino in the dark.
Once on the path, the scenery turned into something out of Kerouac – tall mountains, lush greenery, overpasses criss-crossing the valley, the open road laid out in front of us. They say Galicia looks like the Pacific Northwest and while I think we have yet to cross into Galicia, I’m beginning to see the resemblance. It was all quite lovely, except for the fact that we were waking on hard pavement almost the whole way.
We stopped for coffee twice and eventually began to make our way up the last set of mountains separating us from Santiago. The path into La Faba was steep, but mercifully unpaved and wooded. Once in La Faba, we found that the albergue didn’t open until 2, so we had about an hour and a half to wait. We toyed with the idea of continuing on, but were uninspired by the descriptions of the following three towns, so we bought some groceries and decided to stay.
We are ever so glad we did decide to stay. The albergue is run by some German organization, very similar to the English-run albergue in Rabanal. It’s clean, there are screens on the windows, the water gets super hot and it has a pretty nice kitchen. Unfortunately, the lone grocery store in town doesn’t offer up much in the way of things to cook and the one restaurant has a pretty basic menu.
In other news, a newfound joy on our Camino: Vaseline. My feet have been getting dry and cracked, which was causing blisters (speaking of blisters, E has his first affliction of the entire trip – a blister on his heel from his new shoes. I know I should be more sympathetic, bit it’s kind of nice to finally have some solidarity on that front =P). Vaseline has been the remedy. Plus, it’s kind of nice to massage my feet every night.