Okay, folks, I've written a lot, but a picture is worth a thousand words, so here you go. I'll caption them as well as I can so you can put them into the timeline of the trip.
This is the albergue in Azofra, where I first met my German friend (I imagine that's why she sent me this picture) and soaked my feet for a while.
This was when I got to live the dream in Hospital de Orbigo during the festival.
This is the long stairway up into Portmarin after crossing a river.
This is me, my German friend, my Nebraskan friend, and my Quebecan friend in front of the cathedral.
German friend, New Jersey, and me.
Clockwise from bottom left: German friend, Italian daughter, New York, Quebec, Australia, Birmingham's boyfriend, Birmingham, Ireland, me, Italian mother (whose birthday we celebrated here at Finisterre).
Shots from Finisterre.
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