I have to admit that today was not very inspiring, 17.2 k of dirt road, 13k backpack, 10 C, and a 20k wind blowing in our face all day. The road was mostly flat, we could see for miles, and then….
the goat herders, their dogs, and the goats came up the small hill. The goats hesitated a moment when they saw us. We stopped so as not to scare them, and the goat herder spoke, waved his stick, and the goats moved forward….
the next thing we knew they were walking around us, as if we were not there…
and they were on their way.
One of the things I love most about the Camino to Santiago de Compostela in general, and the Via la Plata specifically is that it brings us close to experiencing Spain, the Spanish people and their way of living that most tourists don’t experience.