Towards Comillas

This was a beatiful day of walking through villiage after villiage, through back country roads.

We met Novac, a Chec who had been walking from Prague, for 3 months. We met him being lost on the road, asking which way to go. He had seen pilgrims arrive in Santiago when he was there. But had not done the research of pilgrim walking. He had reached so far, without realising he could follow the monoliths or yellow arrows or scallops. So he was walking along the hard roads. He was proud that he slept out at night under the stars. Not realising that there were cheap albergues to take care of him. He was a blessed soul.

In Comillas we seperated from Novac. My (Tracey) cold had just got worse and I badly needed rest. Rod found us a pension, I climbed onto our bed and just slept. My Rod organised the washing of our clothes, bus timetables and just took care of me.

Comillas is a beautiful sea-side resort, old village. A place we knew we´d love to come spend some time later on.