Sarria to Portomarin. Day 30

Another great day of walking. The weather is less settled in this part if Spain, but it didn't rain so I count myself lucky. Great scenery again. Haverhill, however , has nothing on the hills here. Up and up and up we go then down a bit and then up and then down again. 

We walked through farm after farm today. It must be fertilizing time because there were lots if ripe smells. These farmers sure work hard-and not just the men. 

Okay, I know a photo of a slug is pretty strange, but these are not New England slugs. Haven't seen any since the Pyrenees. Must be a mountain thing. 

Interesting architecture. 

The 100 km mark!!  Getting closer all the time. 

Ayup, an ostrich. Go figure. 

Finally figured out that these odd structures were (are?) used to store grain. They are on every farm. 

Walking over the river into Portomarin. You can see the old bridge down below. I would have preferred that bridge. The one we crossed was so high that I didn't like it and I'm not afraid of heights. 

And then.....  We had to climb these steps into the city. These were followed by many hills. Haverhill hasn't seen hills like this part of Spain has.