For dinner last night I thought it was time to take the plunge and try some Pulpo a la Gallega. This octopus dish is very popular in Galicia and actually has a long history. It was very popular with farmers coming into town for cattle markets and has a resulting alternate name of Pulpo a Feira.
I thought I must have been getting close when I came over a hill and there in the distance was the cathedral!
One last medieval bridge, one last feed of figs from a roadside tree.
There were lots of pilgrims wandering around wondering what to do next like me. The impressive. building at the back was originally the pilgrims hostel and dates back to the 15th century. It’s now a very posh hotel – not many pilgrims staying there! They do offer free meals from the staff canteen to the first 20? Pilgrims in the queue each day as part of their tradition.
I should have stayed in an albergue with bunk beds one more time but somehow I felt detached from the other pilgrims I saw. Many were in big groups and I saw lots with just little day packs. I think the fellowship I had along the way is what to remember. Also I could do with the sleep without all the snoring!
I little old lady came up to me touting her rooms for rent so I went with the flow. This is my little attic room for three nights until my flight back to Italy on Sunday
This is what my credencial or pilgrim’s passport ended up looking like.
Tomorrow I’ll do a tour of the sites of the city sites .