Galicia!

We've made it to Galicia! Yesterday, Matt, Emily, Sydney and I crossed into Galicia across an incredibly busy, very long, under construction bridge. One worker told us we could walk along the left lane, which had no traffic. About halfway across the bridge, someone said, "Is that car coming towards us?", which it was, as well as the other lane. So we had to hop over the construction barrier, which ended soon and we had to cross over to the right lane and run the rest of the way. It was pretty fucking excellent and really funny. All the workers were yelling and pointing with instructions. We got to the albergue, which was full, but a pair of German lesbians let us have their beds while they slept in a tent outside, leaving two of us to sleep on the sofa and a mattress on the floor. We made friends with a group of seven Germans, who initially disliked us because we didn't say good morning to them. The local police (four of them! so efficient) came to the albergue to document who was there and collect the 3 euro each, and offered to take our little group to another place so we could all have beds. One cop (jolly cop) drove us to the gymnasium, stopping to let us buy wine at the supermarket. We had the whole gym to ourselves! Then jolly cop went to get the other three cops (lady cop, spiky cop, big nose cop) to sign us in (once again, very efficient). This, following a terrible day where we got on the wrong track and overshot the village by about 4 kilometers and had to backtrack about 8. (Yeah, I know it doesn't make sense but it's the way we walked or something.) We also tried to get to another road by crossing a field; unforunately there were tons of blackberry bushes, pokey shrubs and a cliff, so Emily and Sydney went over a hill and Matt and I had to go back to the road and around. So, all in all, about 33 kilometers: too much. Now I have a terrible blister!

Anyway, it is so great to see them again, and I feel like almost no time has passed. Strange.