Caminho Português: Day 5
Golegã – 34km, too many
Today we passed some pilgrim graffiti that really struck a chord – “My feet hurt, my shoulders are wasted…” It was written on a wall in the middle of a corn field. Lots of vineyards and corn fields and mud. We got caught in rain so the ponchos made an appearance.
A really long, really hard day that I hope to forget. Despite being famous as the home of the Portuguese horse Golegã was kind of a low point. We were so foot sore and couldn’t even find a restaurant open for dinner. Finally a place with menu in Portuguese that I couldn’t translate. I wanted vegetables and finally managed that after much back and forth. Rich had a huge barely cooked steak. On TV in the restaurant were bloody bullfights from Spain. Poor bulls.
