Fisterra

And eating barnacles for the first time…

The end of the world!

In Fisterra.

Still in fisterre

In mazaricos!

20k of forest trails and photograph-worthy views have way to 13k of highway walks and industrial cow farming. Developed my first blister in weeks, gave myself a delightfully powerful sunburn, had one or two empty waterbottle fears, yet managed to limp/saunter into Olveiroa in time for dinner.

Hot and muggy day, but beautiful scenery definitely helped.

In Oveiroa!

Santiago delivered so many changes to my spirit, right under my nose. More later tonight.

Today I walked by myself for 90 percent of the time. I decided to write down some of my stream of consciousness.

is that horse going to rip the… yeah that horse is going to rip the whole branch off the tree and eat it all in one bite.

the simplicity of white laundry in the wind

you silly cat, you just rubbed yourself off a slanted curb. I can tell you are embarrassed and confused.

Am I hallucinating or are there a lot of birds in the sky?

I remember this one time I was feeding geese shoelace licorice and it bit my index finger and I cried

ouch, an ant bit me

what in the hell is that? ha, just a wheelbarrow full of freshly plucked chickens being put in a barrel of fire with their legs still attached.

god dammit, I dropped a honey and salt peanut on the floor. “For the birds.” in Erik’s voice
X2

I have strawberry gum to chew.

Smells like shit oh there’s a huge field with fresh fertilizer.

I have to pee x3

it’s becoming an emergency… dropping my pack here…. relief

I’m getting tired