Lugua to Sobrado, 6/20
We left just before the cafe/bar opened so we didn’t think we would have coffee for 12 km but walking through the first village what do our eyes see, yep an open bar. I asked for a grande cafe y letche and for the first time all trip a double coffee was poured, now I now the secret!
Our book says enjoy the first 4 KM of this trip on trails and other walking because the rest of the trip is pavement walking, 😱😓.
It was nice but not a lot to see or take pictures of, we walked along a highway a lot of the day so between dodging cars (even one swerving at us because she was more into her phone call then driving) and rushing to get off the highway there were not many opportunities to get pictures until we got close to the Monastery where we were staying. It was a very welcome site if even from the back side. It was huge and beautiful.
We walked to the entrance and we’re greeted by a monk who had an English accent. Very friendly, let his drop our bags but they were now closed for siesta and we couldn’t get in till 4:30. Luckily we were there at 1:30 so that meant we could have lunch somewhere. We found a place right outside the walls where we could see incoming pilgrims, the heat and hike called for Ice cold beers then who walks down the steps, our American Amigo, Kara who was also welcomed with a beer to quench her thirst and cool her off from the hike.
Once opened again we are shown our room by another very friendly monk. We saved Kara a bottom bunk as she was a few pilgrims behind us and since we share we opted for top n bottom in a corner.
We again did laundry making us a bit late for monk vespers, something we wanted to experience. We sat in the back row, it was so hot, I fell asleep or passed out for a moment, upon waking I said quite loudly, “Holy shit it’s hot in here”. Eric quickly gut checked me, I then came to and realized where we were and had to get out before I died of heat stroke and embarrassment.
We were allowed to walk around the grounds, so we did in awe. It was sad, this used to be home to over 300 monks now only housing 13. They are overwhelmed and everything is stripped from the chapel and most everywhere else. A town built around the Monastery is now a monastery built in a town. The chapel was amazing, the acoustics were outstanding so Eric broke into hymn, of course we couldn’t remember a whole song when we want to, even growing up with churches with hymns. We then met some new people talking for a bit then decided to pack our stuff so all we had to do was grab our bags and go in the am. Today was the first day the Norte Camino met up with the French so that means more pilgrims on the way, long gone are the days of walking alone.