9/13 To Viana: Where’s the Arrow?

I walked out of Los Arcos to a highway intersection. Stood, scanning, scanning for an arrow pointing to the Camino. Zilch. Three options: left, right, straight. No arrow. No pilgrim. Me standing looking lost. Then, beep! Beep! A guy at the intersection rolling down his car window, “Camino!” With large sweeps of his arm showing me the way. Off I went. It took the help of two other villagers before I found my way.

9/12 to Los Arcos

Today’s paths: A mountain and a dry, hot, flat road.

Started out looking easy
But then…
Hot
Still hot.

Luckily, had a private room at an albergue. But I had to share the bathroom with the two guys next door.

My room was on the top floor. There were 57 steps to my floor. It took me 114 steps to leave with the mask I’d forgotten in my room.

9/12 to Los Arcos: Animales del Dia

One shepherd, two dogs, and a bunch of sheep.
The excited dogs raced to the water tank. One finally got so excited he dived into the tank. Then panicked because there was no climbing out. The shepherd shook his head, sauntered to the tank while the dog is thrashing and wild-eyed, grabs the dog by the scruff, and hauls him out of the tank.

About to dive in the tank
Can you see the black sheep?

9/12 to Los Arcos: At Rest

The couple on the right are from Portland, OR. I stopped in the shade for my lunch of a boiled egg and a banana.
A long day on a hot path. When the rare spot of shade appeared, pilgrims peeled off the road and rested in the field. That’s my big ol’ boot.

9/11 Wildlife!

*Came across a very happy black dog leaping and rolling in a deep mud puddle.

  • A dog who plays fetch with passing pilgrims. He drop his toy over the fence to us and wait for us to throw it back in the park for him to fetch.
  • A yard full of happy dogs pushing their noses through the fence waiting for pets and coos from pilgrims.