Mos

We walked to the vilage of Mos. The path was along paved streets mostly. Many people actually have their address on the Camino. However, paved streets are hard on the ankles and knees because streets are constructed on a slant from the center of the street so the water will run off. So, whatever side you walk on, one foot or the other is stressed in an akward position.



We switched back and forth from side to side on the street in hope of equalizing the stress. The houses go right up to the street and sidewalks are uncommon. When cars come, we flatten ourselves against the buildings. Heaven forbid when two cars or a car and a truck passed beside us. We’ve had to dash into doorways that had a step. It’s perrilous.



There were many pretty houses. In Spain however, there was only one house that we saw that had fancy tile on the front of their house. There are many houses that are completely fensed in with quaried rock slabs. They say it’s the cheapest material to build fences with.



And more power to them, for behind many of those walls are German Shepards who would rather eat us as look at us. German Shepard seems to be the breed of choice around here. We did see one Pit Bull, but she was docile and sunning herself and hardly lifted her head to look our way.



There are beginning to be small flowers and leafing out as a true sign of Spring. Eric now has some tiny flowers, as he truly loves, to get down on the grownd and photograph. There are familiar kinds such as Lillies and Hydrangas. But also some new kinds, which are very tiny and give Eric a challenge with his camera. If there’s good light, he gets some very good shots. I have been trying to take pictures of him more, often since he’s the picture taker, we end up with none of him.



We arrived at the abergue in a neighborhood. The key was at the shop across the street. We went and paid and got our stamp and the key. We were alone here also. I didn’t see much of the town, I just fell into bed and sailed away on dreams. Tomorrow, on to Redondela, one of the longest marches for us.