Good walking today, almost entirely off the asphalt. Cafes were more plentiful and the views were excellent under sunny skies.
I stopped at the Bufones de Arenillas, large cracks in the rock cliff, in which the waves from the Bay of Biscay can erupt up to 20 meters high. Alas, the sea was calm today, so the spouts of water were not spectacular. Still, the view was amazing, so I dropped my pack among the rocks, sat and ate a chocolate bar, and enjoyed perfect solitude and serenity until a handful of pilgrims caught up to me and followed me off trail to explore the bufones.
There was a single tall tree up on the cliffs, which looked like an excellent antenna to send positive messages out to the universe. I grabbed the trunk with both hands and sent healing energy out to Flo, a young German man we met this week on the Camino who is suffering from poor health.
In Llanes, Birte and I took an alternate route that was described in her German guidebook and which diverted from the Main Street to follow the sea cliffs out of the city. The views were splendid and my feet were happy to be walking on grass. Birte asked for directions a few times from some locals because we didn’t want to accidentally walk past our destination of Playa de Poo.
I’ve stayed in Boo, and now I’m staying in Poo, which would be a lot funnier if they both rhymed with too. Unfortunately, they rhyme with toe.
On the downside, my feet ache like the dickens and I have a couple of new blisters. I’ve caught a cold, for which I picked up medication from a pharmacy. But now I feel an ear infection coming on. Grrr.