Okay, so I survived the night at the first hostel outside of Negreira and because we walked so far the previous day, we only had about 15 miles left to walk on day 2! Never thought I’d be so excited to walk only 15 miles. The sun doesn’t rise until after 8 am here and I think we were on the road by 9 or 9:30 that day. It was pretty cold and there was still frost on the grass.
We were so lucky that the weather was beautiful again.
I really loved walking through all the small towns in this part of Spain. People always greeted us and said, “Buen Camino!” which was nice to hear. There were other pilgrims walking along the way too and it was interesting to see where they were from (Germany, Brazil, Australia, the UK, South Korea, Holland, etc.).
A couple of hours into our walk that day, we stopped for breakfast. When we were sitting, I noticed that the inside of my ankles were burning…a lot. I looked at them and they were kind of red and puffy and parts of my feet were too. I’d been wearing Smartwool socks for the first time ever (rookie mistake) and my feet did not like them. I changed into some cotton socks which felt better and we continued walking.
My feet/ankles continued to hurt, but it wasn’t unbearable. I think we had a pretty good pace that day and as usual, the views were incredible!
We arrived in Olveira at around 3:30 or 4 pm. We had a bit of difficulty finding the hostel J booked for the night and ended up in a graveyard! LOL, except for the fact that as it turned out, the hostel wasn’t much better than the graveyard and my feet were killing me by then. J was not impressed with our accommodations and decided that it was time to make an executive decision. As I sat with my feet elevated
thinking about all the poor decisions I’ve made in my life, J called a taxi to take us to Muxia, a town that he’d been to before, but that we weren’t going to have time to visit if we kept walking to Finisterre. On our way to Muxia, he booked a hotel for the night and canceled the reservation at the hostel (and even got a refund!). He’s pretty awesome.
We made it to the hotel and showered (in our very own, private bathroom!), and walked down to see the sunset at 6 pm.
It was definitely worth the walk. It was also cool to see this marker:
Although my Camino experience was over, I walked 35 miles in two days, slept in a hostel with a shared bathroom(!), walked through parts of Spain I never would have seen otherwise and learned a lot (mostly not to wear socks I’ve never worn before). The next day, we went to Finisterre by taxi, stayed in a hotel at the “end of the world,” and got some cream for my feet at the pharmacy. And the real vacation began…