Leaded window at train station Bilbao, Spain
Guggenheim Museum (through the morning haze), Bilbao, Spain
Okay, tell me again, what languages do you NOT speak...?
"No, really, the fish was THIS big!"
The shell signifies the Camino, and that the Peregrinos (Pilgrims) follow the correct way to Santiago
Detour!
Could 12 people gaze in more directions... than the one pointed to by the guide, Blanca? :-)
Why trek, or even walk, when the bus comes every couple of minutes?
Despite this fellow peregrino's fate, Rochelle is no Gorgon!
Our trek begins...
Hey, you're going TOO fast!
This many flags typically means only one thing... A new car dealership!
Um, remind me again... What is it we were supposed to bring with us?
Now remember, whatever you do, do not get lost!
Rochelle powers up the hill
Say, what?!
Richard and Ian make it look easy
Rochelle, Kenn, and Norm pause briefly in the sun
We climbed how high?!
Up, and over
Spain is stunningly beautiful, as these next photos attest...
Who would have thought it possible that the residue of strip mining (by the Romans, here, in Las Medulas) could result in such eerie beauty?
Kenn and Ian, not even breathing hard
Norm leads the way
Martin, Ian, and Richard enjoy the moment
Norm pauses as we enter Galicia
Norm keeps Martin's attention elsewhere, while Kenn, Morag, Andrew, and Rochelle plot deviously
Ann catches me, in flagrante!
Lunch buffet -- on a wall
Outside our hotel in Santiago. Please note that only Martin requires a map... and he is the guide! :-)
For some peregrinos, the Camino never ends.
