finally made a short stage, twenty miles that ran through flat green fields of cows and small forests of eucalyptus, parallel to a road. People with no sense that four small houses and a couple of animals. In fact, do not pass through any sites that had nothing important to be worth seeing, and we stopped to eat bread with sausage and ham sitting on the floor.
Pedrouzo is much larger and the hostel, as all shelters Galician disappointing. The policy of the donation is complete with all its hostels, the hostel is actually crap and people will not leave donation, and as no donation leaves no improvement in the hostel. It is horrible to get a beating after miles and can not give you a hot shower.
the absence of services may serve to make you see the way people are and not the stones, and this was demonstrated, the sadness of the last stage to start the next day became nerves, and nerves in a strange euphoria to come and finally Santiago.
We all dined together in a burger Pedrouzo. Pascualín, Gonzalo and I with Esther, Sonsoles, Oscar and Joana. At last we meet again, where he met Yama, a Japanese guy very happy and dynamic, a man from Seville who was the master of the feast and the odd new addition to the improvised group. Conversation and laughter, chained unrelated issues were that the penalty should remain in the background, to enjoy the last remaining drops of way ...
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