Passed into Galicia this morning, on horseback, no less. It’s the last province, the most mystical, and a more temperate climate than the Meseta. The view from O Cebreiro is stunning, the people are much nicer, and the food for amazing. Had a vegetarian dinner that rivaled that of many places with stars in the US, drank a beer with a caballera who finished her Camino a few weeks ago and decided to stay around for a bit more, and spent a lot of time admiring the new views.
I’ll be done in a few days. Sadness starts to creep in, but the Camino only starts in Compostela, as they say.