Olveiroa to Cee
The lady of the house drove us back to Olveiro and dropped us off out side the bar. Time to grab a coffee while we can.
The road out of Olveiroa was paved with what I think were granite slabs about two metres by a half. They were also used as fences and for the side of buildings. I think it must be some sort of traditional quarry method.
We turned left and a group of Italians joined us. We decided to follow them in the hope that we would not get lost again. They proved to be good company. There was the tall guy who was always ahead and a good spotter for the best scenery. Then there was the shorter guy who was trying to learn English and the girl who acted as translator. The shorter guy also had a GPS so we knew we were on the right road and how far we had come.
They kept us entertained as well as on the right road until we reached another place called Hospital. (Starting to think there must be a lot of sick people here).
We stopped for a stamp, but the woman there was insistant that there was nothing more for 15K, so we had a zumo before moving on.
Just up the road from here the road splits for Finisterre and Muxia, our new friends were heading for Muxia. We took their photos and said goodbye. I suppose this sums up the Camino; good friends for a short while, short goodbyes, never to meet again.
The cellist passed us while we were in the bar and I thought for a while we would catch him up as he was now walking with his father. Every time we nearly caught him something happened.
First, we were approaching a cross and a group of men wanted their photos taken. We had him in sight again and then passed a donativo where Viv wanted some fruit.
Nearly had him again, and we had to stop at Santuario de Nosa Senora das Neves for a rest and a drink. It was lovely spot to rest, but no facilities, I could not imagine staying at this place overnight.
It was a rocky road from here on, I found it difficult on my knees and ankles, but the views were stunning. The film crew, it seems, thought so too, as we got our first good views of the sea we saw them filming the view and the pilgrims passing by. So we got in their film again.
We arrived in the back of the town, it was still early so we stopped and had a beer and shared a bocadillo. After this we walked passed the beach and across the road. It looked like we had passed anywhere that might have had hostels, but there in front of us was a new place.
The old lady who ran it was really helpful, she showed us a room where we could help ourselves to coffee at any time, biscuits and even cake. We had a lovely double bed and a superb bathroom.
We left everything there and went off to explore. First thing for me to do was sooth my tired feet in the sea. It was not the best beach but it was a cold sea water and I loved it. Viv hates beaches and sand in her toes, but it was all I was waiting for.
We walked inland and bought an ice cream. As we ate them we met and Irishman named Dick, who spends months here every year and has bought an appartment. I think it was at this point I thought “Why spend two days in Finisterre’ when we may not even like it. We were tired after getting lost the day before, so I decided to stay another night here.
We found a great place to eat, walked into Corcubion and even, finally, got Viv a new swimsuit.
So by the time we left we were well rested, re-stocked on medicines and had bought everything we needed.
Olveiroa to Cee