Day 45 dawned and I was jazzed to the max to get off to Cea and finish this home-stretch! But I was walking not riding.
I hadn’t double-checked the route out of Ourense the afternoon before because I was too busy stuffing my face with Italian truffles! So I got completely lost, as you do. I passed these men but they weren’t much help.
As I walked past the jazz cafe, the manager ran out to catch up with me and wish me “Buen Camino!”. And after I was tooling around Ourense in a futile circle looking for the tiles on the footpaths that would point me out of the city and onto the Roman road, or yellow flechas or ANYTHING! a kindly local escorted me to the Roman bridge all the while telling me, in Spanish, about the history of the area. (I didn’t understand a word but he won my heart when he kissed my hand in farewell, like a chivalrous knight.)
Once on the correct road out of town, this damsel only had 23 ks before I’d get to Cea. The signs popped up and guided me along.
Now you’ll understand that I was almost running this home-stretch. When you hit the bitumen it all becomes very tantalising – that place you’ve been walking towards endlessly is suddenly almost THERE!
But remember that I said that the Camino Office in Santiago checks to see that you have in fact WALKED the final hundred kilometres from Ourense. So no taxis from here on in!
But check out this sign below and tell me you’re not excited for me!
I think my hands were shaking when I took this pic – I was beyond excited!!!
Cea is not that great but then I’d just done a cultural tour of Ourense and this little town, noted for its bread, had that and pulpo to offer. And pulpo was something I didn’t want to try because I don’t like octopus!
Instead, I found a dinky little cafe place that served delicious non-pulpo and enjoyed myself there. The Casa Rurales was very pleasant – I had to share the house with 3 other Spanish tourists who took over the joint so I mainly stayed in my room, watching TV and reading my new book.
And by now, with Santiago only 79 ks away, I was eager to sleep and get on with the walk of a lifetime. So it was a contented pilgrim who went to bed that night, with plans to stay in Dozon the following evening.
Little did I know about just how DOZY I could be!