O’Cebreiro to Tricastella

By 6:30 we were awake and keen to get back on the Camino again.

When we arrived at our 1300m high start point at the peak of O’cebreiro, it was shrouded with a misty drizzle…so rather moist to say the least.

Ponchos deployed and obligatory group photo taken – we were on our way again.

After a few hours the drizzle turned into sleet and then the sleet to snow. So a refuge after 8Km to warm up and take on refreshments was most welcome. En route we met an Aussie couple who had started at Lourdes in France in the middle of March having decided to ‘Re arrange’ their lives allowing them to spend more time on the Camino…sounds tempting !

It was’nt long into the day before Dr John took up his usual ‘sweeper’ position at the rear with Davin streaking ahead as our pathfinder…. The rest of us walking and evenly dispersed between them…. the ‘chatty’ amongst us (you know who you are ) finding each other and discussing the impact of ‘Brexit’ or ‘Urine’ and other such weighty matters .

By early afternoon , after a lunch of omelette and chorizo we started our decent into Tricastella, aptly named as the place with three castles…that have long since disappeared. Soon the cloud started to break and within a few minutes the sunshine warmed our necks and our Ponchos were drying out – fabulous.

Five of the six of us arrived at the municiple Albergue together , it was beautifully set in an oasis of lush green grass on the edge of a fast running stream.

Dr John had chosen to take a detour to add 8 miles to his route having …missed a yellow arrow earlier in the day, but arrived safely … still smiling having walked into the village from the opposite direction to everyone else.

The showers in the upper level were full so I sneaked to the lower level and found the new communal showers completely empty. Having showered and feeling quite smug at my find, my buddies took pleasure in telling me that ‘Aseos Mujeres’ translates to ‘ladies’ showers…oh dear !