Ken is the little red speck at the bottom of the stairs.
Sarria. This is where people who are only doing the 100 km start. Even the garbage pails are in the shape of shells!
Our first day of rain other than going over the Pyrenees.
Feeding apples to the goats.
Now there is the definition of the will to live.
The joys of travelling with Ken. He deciphered this sign as meaning the albergue offered beds, meals and to hang your horse if you didn’t like it anymore. Heavy heavy sigh.
I would love to take some of these ancient door handles home.
Terry and Ken's Camino Pilgrimage Adventure 