My feet felt much better after a day of rest, so I decided to taxi ahead 16 kilometers and start my hike from Villafranca Bierzo. It rained. All day. It rained. The hike was along roads almost the whole way to my target town of Herrerias, but with wild rivers running on the opposite side of the road it was pleasant enough.
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| Greta was my hiking partner for part of the day. She was fast! |
There were long sections of trail where I chose to hike alone. The towns were lined up one after the other along the road reminding me of very small Port Deposit towns from home. Logging, iron and metal working, agricultural fields and pastures, and plenty of pilgrim services were found in each village. There was a lady behind me who singing off key to her tunes. I kept trying to lose her, but everytime I ducked into a cafe or park thinking she would pass me, she would slow down. Rule Eight: Don't Sing Out Loud for Twelve Miles!
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| A tiny church founded by St. Francis. |
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| Lots of road walk-in through tiny towns. |
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| Tempting. |
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| At a Casa Rural in Herrerias. |
The rain kept coming and I kept walking. The tiny iron forge town of Herrerias was at the end of the road and I had pre-booked a room at a casa rural. I wasn't sure how many beds the albergues might have in this small place, and besides, I craved the quiet of my own space, a long interrupted nap, and a private bathroom. For just a few euro more I decided it was what needed to rest up for the big climb the next day to Cebriero!
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