Today, I finally felt like we were real pilgrims. What pulls us forward through the misting rain for hours? The Camino has tested us. After a final 3km past Oliveiroa, crossing a beautiful mountain river valley, we arrived at O Logoso / Pensión A Pedra soaked. I don’t know what I expected, but another gross menu peregrino as our only dinner option, wet shoes and a cold room just got to me. It probably was no different than any other place we’ve stayed, but O Logoso has made it to the top of my least favorite place list. I still couldn’t get off it in the morning and was complaining. Maybe it was the rain. 
Munching…
Tempting… 
Snack
