Day 28: Cacabelos

When we got up it was raining, a cold gray rain. Many times, as I climbed up and down the hills, I thought how horrible it would be to do it in the rain. The paths would become rushing streams, the rocks slippery.

So Judy, Louise, and I shared a taxi down to Ponferrada. We’d already done the worst of the descent, but there were still several hours of straight down left to go. So even though the taxi cost 27 euros, instead of 15, we still considered it worth it.

We sat in a cafe and talked, took care of bank and pharmacy needs, then headed out to Cacabelos. The rain had stopped, but it was VERY humid.

Fred told me his favorite restaurant in Cacabelos was El Molino, where we happened to be staying. Judy and I didn’t eat there. Instead we met Charlie and Karen, both teachers, and ate somewhere else. Louise stayed and watched the football match between England and Croatia.

We went back to the albergue just a little before 10. I went straight to bed (on the top bunk. I HATE the top bunk) where I slept very badly.

Then we left for Trabadelos.