At Arzua, June 23, 2026.

Dear Followers, Friends, Family, and Christine.

I am “really itching” to tell you about the highlight of the day, but I will put that off until the end of this post.

It has really struck us that this is the homestretch. Tomorrow is the last day that we will walk to an accommodation other than in Santiago. 20 km tomorrow and the final 20 km Thursday. 

As both celebration and condolence we looked for a restaurant that did not specialize in “the usual €15 pilgrim menu”. Not far from our pension was a small eclectic restaurant that fit the bill. The bill did not fit a pilgrim’s budget!

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Four glasses of excellent Galician wine, a liter bottle of mineral water, a shrimp, appetizer (shrimp wrapped with fine cut pork rind, deep-fried and accompanied by a slightly spicy dipping sauce), wonderfully prepared Hake fish for Charlie and a juicy shoulder steak (served rare) for me… topping it all off was grandmother‘s homemade cheesecake. Worth every euro! (sorry, forgot to take pictures of the meal)

Of course today was hot, but we got an early start and beat most of the heat by the end of our 21 km hike. This was the day for bridges.

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Not a bridge, but the rural countryside version of a “laundromat“. 

There were also periods of hiking through urban areas, which I did not find interesting enough for pictures. Accordingly, this post is thin on photographs.

We again ran into our “Malaysian friends“. This time I had the presence of mind to get a photograph of them. They really got into the swing of things and made it an event for all of us.

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I think more than one of them has taken a shine to Charlie, considering him “cute“.

Now for the “pest” part. I woke up yesterday with the most annoying itching. As the day progressed the itching resolved into red splotches with small distinct centers. Consulting twith Professor Google resulted in a diagnosis of bedbugs! A few days earlier I had commented to Charlie that this is my fifth Camino and I think the whole bedbug controversy is way over blown. How wrong I was.

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A trip to a pharmacy and a small tube of hydrocortisone has brought some relief. Time will do the rest.

Charlie and I machine washed and dried all of our clothes just to be on the safe side.

Christine, please give all the grandkids and my daughter a big hug. I look forward to seeing them in Paris. I hope to share dinner or even just a cup of coffee with “Mr. B”. I am especially thinking of him and his coming “journey”. Love, Me.

Peace, Everyone and Buen Camino. Pete.

At O Coto (near Melide), June 22, 2026.

Dear Followers, Friends, Family, and Christine.

Christine, I wish I could say something other than that it is hot as hell, but it is… Hot as Hell!

A delightful group of older women from Malaysia were enjoying a rest and cool drinks in the course of their walk. We engaged in a conversation and I commented how I understand that this weather is not normal in Spain. One of the women responded with a bright smile, “There’s a lot that’s not normal in your country too!“ We all had a good laugh.

Charlie and I have avoided the news except for the unavoidable headlines that appear on our cell phones. I think the peace of the Camino demands it.

Typically the days start cool with temperatures in low to mid 60s, but with humidity approaching 100%. By noon the sun has cut through the haze, temperatures have soared to approximately 20 degrees above seasonal norms. Humidity drops accordingly.

With today’s hike concluded we have only three more before we walk into Santiago. Each of these coming stages are a little over 20 km long. Rain, which we have thus far entirely avoided, appears in the forecast on the 24th and 25th. Fingers crossed that our luck continues.

The plan is that on the 25th we will walk to the Cathedral and after getting a final stamp in our credentials we will proceed to the bus depot and catch transportation to Finisterra. We have arranged one night lodging in Finisterra, transportation to Muxia, a night in Muxia, and then again transportation back to Santiago. We should arrive there the second time around 1 o’clock the afternoon of the 27th. We will check into the hotel and then anxiously await your arrival!

We again shared an albergue and dinner with our young friend, Madi. She has moved on ahead of us today. It is hoped that she will join us and meet you the evening of the 27th in Santiago. 

I hope you enjoy today’s pictures. I’m so happy that our daughter and her three children have arrived safely to join you and her daughter on the Amalfi coast. Love, Me.

Peace Everyone and Buen Camino. Pete.

The eeriness of morning fog on the trail.
So many children on the trail, so much joyful noise. 
Charlie and I calculate that we have each covered at least 600,000 steps so far. it is said that to walk the entire French way involves at least 1 million steps. In places where the trail remains largely unchanged for 1000 years the footsteps of millions of pilgrims have worn the path many feet deep. 
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Religious symbolism has been prominent throughout the Camino. Each village seems to have its own ancient church and these equally ancient crosses have marked the path of the Camino as far back as the 15th century. 
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The interiors of some of the churches have been updated and appear quite modern. Others seem organically primitive. They are all places that welcome prayerful contemplation. 
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A modern take on Santiago showing a pilgrim the way. 
Charlie and I took a brief detour to visit an archaeological dig. This hilltop site is surrounded by defensive berms and dates back to 1100 BCE. 
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These fanciful folk sculptures are found in the garden of an albergue known as “At the Pace of an Ant“.
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This brave little sneak was waiting to steal crumbs off my plate. The nerve!
It is sometimes said that every picture tells a story. As I walked by this automobile wrecking yard I couldn’t help but notice that within was a car from a driving school. 
A happy Charlie waiting to refill his beer glass as we waited for check-in at Casa de Los Samoza.
These are Germans Matthias and Bridget. eight years ago they met on the central route of the Portuguese Camino.  We visited a couple times with them today, but it was only in the last few minutes of the final visit that I learned that Matthias is a mediator in Germany! 
The beautiful garden at Casa de los Samoza
This sculpture in the Casa gardens depicts a chef cooking octopus while a pilgrim waits to be served and a dog hopes for scraps. 

At Eirexe, June 21, 2026.

Dear Followers, Friends, Family, and Christine.

Christine… HAPPY FATHERS DAY to me, and thank you for the gift of children!! It is also the longest day of the year.

Another brutally hot day. I fear for Europe and perhaps for the Midwestern United States this summer.

We have had very limited Wi-Fi and cell signals, so I am going to limit my comments to captions on the photographs:

Love you, Christine

Peace Everyone. Buen Camino. Pete.

Ancient chestnut trees lining the route of the Camino 
I am about to be overtaken by high school children here on the Camino. There are now literally hundreds of them! Kind of like ants lining up for a picnic.
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Occasionally we encounter people who are offering stamps for our credentials in return for a donation. This couple was dressed up as a witch and a warlock. He was using a hot melt glue gun and zodiac stamps.
Me and the witch! Here in Galicia witches are considered good luck. 
More ants lining up for the picnic! 
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This is a real milestone. 100 km to Santiago.
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Bicyclist must ride the last 200 km as a continuous journey. 
This is a horreo. It is a kind of old world grain elevator that has become a symbol of independence and self-sufficiency in Galicia. They were used to store grain by families and are designed in such a manner that rodents cannot reach the grain. This one dates to 1901.
Phone home! 
This is the Church of San Xoán (or Saint Johnof Portomarín. It was declared a national treasure in the 1940s. It was also located hundreds of feet down the hill with the rest of Portomarin, next to the Mino River. The river was dammed as part of a hydroelectric project in the early 1960s. The entire town of Portomarin was then relocated hundreds of feet up the side of the valley, including the church. The church was disassembled like so many Lego blocks and reassembled. In a following picture you can see where the blocks were numbered for reassembly. The church dates to the 12th century and was a refuge and stronghold for the protection of pilgrims on the Camino.
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Numbered blocks! 
Madi having some fun at the expense of the statue of Santiago.

At Barbadelo, June 19, 2026.

Dear Followers, Friends, Family, and Christine.

Christine… HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!! #49.

Where have all the years gone! 

We will have to do a better job of advanced planning so that these milestones are spent together. Next year, 1/2 century, for sure!

For Charlie and me we are closing in on the homestretch. We don’t hit the 100 km to Santiago today, but on June 20 it will happen. We have covered nearly 400 km to date.

Today began with lower temperatures and 100% humidity.

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When the sun came out the temperatures soared, the humidity plummeted, and I was soaking wet first from condensation and later from sweat.

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A roadside shrine 
A pulpo restaurant (octopus), a big one ready to be cooked. 
Charlie standing next to a centuries old chestnut tree 
Ancient chestnut trees lining the trail. 
Passing through on our way to our day’s destination 
110km to Santiago.

Nearly 20 km with our packs and paradise awaited us in the form of the best albergue so far on this Camino: Barbadelo.

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Better still was Madi joining us for dinner. The three of us spent over two hours in nonstop conversation.

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Whatever generational divide “should” have existed evaporated in the first five minutes.

Tomorrow is 20km to Portomarín. In the course of that stage we will pass the 100 km countdown mark to Santiago. In order to qualify for the Compostela (certificate) it necessary for the pilgrim to cover the last 100 km as a continuous journey.

Charlie and I spent an hour pre-booking accommodations to Santiago, and coastal villages of Finisterra, and Muxia. We anticipate that the number of pilgrims on the trail will increase dramatically after Sarria.

Christine, wishes for safe travel to Naples for you and our granddaughter. Love, and thank you for a magical 49 years!

Peace Everyone and Buen Camino. Pete.

Charlie was beginning to take a picture of this very interesting door when I opened it. The results were semi candid/surprised look! 

Samos, June 18, 2026.

Dear Followers, Friends, Family, and Christine.

Today, Charlie and I took our first rest day. Tomorrow we are on to Barbadelo and the last 100 km to Santiago.

We toured the Benedictine Monastery at Samos. Monasterio de San Julián de Samos was founded in the 6th Century.

This photograph is courtesy of a German pilgrim who has a drone. 
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The entry to the monastery church. The picture was taken at night. 

This huge facility has a current population of less than 20 monks. I imagine that vast areas are vacant and perhaps even neglected.

However, the church and side chapels are magnificent as is the vestry.

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This is the main altar. 
The vestry were the priests’ robes for mass are kept along with articles such as chalices. 
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The halls are covered in incredible murals.

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Our tour director! 
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Over the ages, the monastery has suffered fires, the most recent of which was in 1951. Like the mythical Phoenix, it continues to rise from the ashes.

The cloister courtyard 
One of the side chapels
This side chapel is dedicated to Saint Benedict 

Unfortunately, the tour was entirely in Spanish. My choices were either to try and follow along on a translation app or to take pictures. Pictures won.

This is one of the largest and oldest monasteries in Europe. To provide some details and context here is a link to an article in Wikipedia:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monastery_of_San_Xulián_de_Samos

The Wikipedia article also has a link to the monastery website, which is in Spanish. Translation is available.

Christine, I am thinking of you. 49 years ago today you became my wife. Love, me.

Peace, Everyone and Buen Camino. Pete.

This small chapel is the origin of the monastery. The tall Mediterranean Cyprus that stands next to the door is at least 500 years old.