Looking back over Sarria as we walk on in the rain.

Our group for the day making a crossing beside one of many streams along the way.

After weeks of sun and warm weather, Galicia gives us the traditional welcome of cold, windy rain. It’s a chance to practice gratitude? It also justifies having packed rain gear.

An horreo. I found these unusual structures at every farm and many rural homes we passed. About six feet tall, twelve feet long, and three feet wide, with sides of wood slats or pierced brick, and some ornamentation at the top. I need to research these more, but local residents say they use them to store ears of corn.

Chris and Irene, two of my sometime companions since Orisson, stopping to grab some gear.

This brilliant solution channels a spring-fed stream down a hill while channeling up intrepid peregrinos.

I really like The Walking Dead reference chalked in smaller letters at top right.

It may be wet and muddy, but the path has beauty.

This cross was decorated with shirts, necklaces, hats, photos, and an intriguing number of underpants.

These two women were driving small flocks of sheep and dairy cattle along the road.

Chops on the hoof. Don’t judge me.

Walking the Camino with a donkey seems gratuitously challenging, but this Frenchman seemed up to it.