Clever. I passed this bus stop on the way out of Santa Irene. Designed like the horreos (corn cribs) that seem to grace every home and farm in the region.
I turned a corner in time to see this tour bus disgorge its load of “touregrinos.” It’s another way to experience short sections of the Camino, I suppose. For all I know, these people are transplant patients or cancer survivors on their own heroic journeys. I might seem like a piker to the couple who passed me yesterday. They have been on the pilgrimage for three months, having started from their home in Belgium. Everyone walks their own Camino.
A group of pilgrim day-trippers – touregrinos – lines up to stamp their credentials.
Passing through a grove of large eucalyptus trees.
Look! A large concrete monument thingy with a random assemblage of Camino symbols. Quick, take a picture!
The albergue where I’m staying outside of Santiago tonight. Has real 1960s East Germany vibe.
My first sighting of the cathedral in Santiago, still about five miles away, from Monte del Gozo. You can just make out the spires in the center distance. The statue is a now-famous one on the Camino, depicting (you guessed it) peregrinos sighting the cathedral of Santiago for the first time.
Yours truly at the pilgrim statue in Monte del Gozo.
Enjoying a few moments at the end of the day over the only food available at Monte de Gozo: grilled ham and cheese sandwiches with a side of apples. And potato chips. And beer. Good company makes any meal better.