Alto de Poio.
I sit on a stone fence along a country lane, overlooking beautiful rolling green coutryside. It is a warm, sunny, Sunday afternoon in autunm. My face feels warm, and we have enjoyed a wonderful and hearty lunch, finished off with a brandy and a conversation with two local priests. My knee is sore, and I am concerned that it may be serious, but the surrounding beauty calms my fears for the moment. I later join Peter and Dennis for a couple of pints of beer as we greet passign pilgrims who have decided to travel further this day. Henrich and Iris pass some time with us. We will meet them again in Santiago.