Day 2 of walking

 Villa de Conde to Fao

Woke this morning feeling 5he same way I do after every first day on the Camino,,,,,sore

Got our stuff together and left looking for a coffee shop, on the way we crossed through the town square gardens that were being prepared for a local celebration


No sooner had we turned onto the main road through town, some American in broken American came up to us and asked if we spoke English,  we said that that was all we spoke. He was hungry and wanted breakfast, as did we, so we waltzed off and found a coffee shop for “ cafe con letche” and a traditional custard tart.

After chatting awhile, Mary Beth and I left for VARZIM, the next town on our way. This turned out to be a larger town where we had to walk through the old city and quaint side streets




We pushed on through for about an hour till we got to the sea, and then headed north till we found ourselves back on the beaches and outside the hustle and bustle of the city
Finding a quiet beach coffee bar made it time for a pit stop
As we sat there, here came the American, turns out he had a name, Kyle, and was from my own new home state.

Kyle is a professor at the Anderson University  in Greenville, South Carolina, and lectures in leadership and organizations.
I though that meant “ organizing” so I needed help with Mary Beth. See, to understand, you have to be here at the end of each day, we are all tired and worn out, so when we go to our room, it’s quiet time.
For MB it’s time to unpack. She comes in to the room, puts her bag in the middle of the floor, I believe she then places a hand grenade in her bag, pulls the pin and stand# back……
What should I wear tonight is the first question?… the green outfit hanging from the chandelier, the blue shirt draped over the lamp shad3, or the pants outfit that got blown our through the open window.., I could wear that with my sandals, by the way, where is the other sandal. Me “ in the bathroom, it landed behind the toilet”
Actually I live her dearly and she is a real trooper for som3one 2ho was thrown in the deep end when it comes to caminoing.
We spent a lot of time clawing our way north on the coast, going through tiny villages and small beach communities



Kyle waked with us all day and I’m so grateful for his friendship. He and I have so much to chat about in common, and it was fun to just be.
Kyle and I a mile out of our night stop in Fao

We quit for the day in a little sea village called Fao, found a cheap hostel, took a shower, and went out to eat dinner. 

Our hostel bed for tonight, not bad a 35 euros
Life on the Camino, go left

As much as I loved the miles of boardwalk, enough is enough, and coming into Fao, we got back onto what I call real Camino terrain.
Met this English guy called Nigel, lively man 2ho kept complains he was getting hungry, I said ,” you can h@ve a BIG steak tonight when you get to your stop mate”.,  vegetarians don’t seem to have a sense of humor it seems.


W3 are hanging out with our Camino family tonight, Kyle, I hope not all dinners are served in a bottle

They are doing fine
Bom Camino

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