A covered plaza facing the monastery would be my sanctuary from the storm. As I waited for the rain to let up, I talked with a very attractive French woman, about my age, who I watched somewhat sexually nibble on an empanada while looking into my eyes. She insisted I try it – I mean the empanada – but I declined, stating that I wasn’t hungry. Call me old-fashioned, but I like to at least get to know someone a little before I try their empanada… From Page 169, Camino De Santiago In 20 Days. Okay, that’s enough of that! Let get back to the Camino de Santiago.
Now I’ll continue my journey on the French Way of the Camino de Santiago in Samos, Galicia. I left my last post, On The Camino De Santiago in Spain, San Cristobo to Samos, overlooking the magnificent Benedictine Monastery of San Xulián de Samos which was founded in the 6th century. After I descended the hill, I arrived at the bridge over the Río Oribio facing the monastery, just as the rain began to pour.
This is the monastery with the entrance on the right. I was very unlucky with my timing. Admission was only permitted with a guided tour that I had just missed. I made a tough decision and decided not to wait until the next one, which was over an hour later.
I walked around the grounds as much as I was allowed. This is the view with the gardens in the foreground.
Another magical scene: This bridge over the Oribio was one of my favorites.
The church and quiet downtown on a soggy day.
Along the highway as I exited Samos: This pilgrim family were the only others I saw walking.
The Camino followed the highway along the adjacent path. It was probably one of the most scenic walks along any highway on the Camino Francés.
As the sun peaked through the clouds, there were some fantastic views along the Río Oribio.
Farms and homes were across the bridges.
This was a little mesmerizing: I stopped and watched this scene for a while. I would have really liked to check out this home. I couldn’t imagine living here with the river constantly flowing underneath.
Numerous bridges created their own magical scenes.
After 2 kilometers along the highway, the Camino veered onto a country path and for the next six kilometers, it was pure Galicia—farmland, cattle, hamlets and tiny farming communities, lush greenery, and the classic Galician track. As you can tell, it got a little muddy during the wet Spanish springtime. This was among the worst spots along the entire Camino Francés.
I despised walking through the mud. And some people wondered why I wore gaiters when there wasn’t any snow.
I hope you enjoyed this post as I’ll stop somewhere near the hamlet of Gorolfe. Although I complained about the mud, without a doubt, this was one of the most scenic stretches along the French Way. On my next post, On The Camino De Santiago in Spain, Gorolfe to Sarria, I’ll bring you more peaceful scenes as I descended through the Oribio Valley to Sarria. Please join me.
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