Chilly morning through the canyon out of V. Warmed almost instantly after.
I’ve entered the Galician region, with new weather patterns, dialects, and spiritualities amidst a Celtic like atmosphere (complete with bagpipe music playing in every joint in town). The food has also changed, which I got a taste of tonight with a piping hot bowl of caldo gallego alongside fried trout and potatoes. 😋
When I arrived in O, a town with a population of 50, I thought I’d taken a wrong turn because people were everywhere. I soon realized that O is a beloved destination, not only for its food and wine, but for its mountain vistas and sledding hills.
Walking around town felt like visiting a skiing villiage with everyone outfitted in slick gear and outfits. Kids were on cloud nine pulling sleds around town in one hand and eating ice cream in the other.
In O, I visited the 9thC Iglesia de Santa Maria Real (see photo). The town is tiny, but its shops and sites invite slow strolling and lingering.
The hike was rugged and STEEP at the end. Tomorrow I’ll make my way down the mountain, ever closer to SDC.
