I left Arzúa in the dark at 7:40 and walked a good hour alone through a pitch black forest of oaks and invasive eucalyptus, planted here to be used in the manufacture of furniture and paper. At times, stone walls separated the path from pastures.
At one point, I was startled by a snort and a ghostly apparition. A white horse stood by the path looking me in the face.

the ghostly white horse just outside Arzúa
I stopped at several cafes today to break up the walk. At the first stop, I had orange juice and cafe con leche; at the second, peach juice. I crossed several small streams onto a side road, and then took a path under the N-547.
Arzúa to N-547 túnel (2.5 km)
After the tunnel, I alternated between country lanes and roadside tracks while bypassing the hamlets of Raído, Fondevila, and Cortobe. At my third cafe stop, I had apple strudel and orange juice (I’d had a tickle in my throat the last couple of days and I was trying to fend off a cold).
There were numerous shrines set up along the path, but I wasn’t always sure what they memorialized. I stopped to read some signs on the “wall of wisdom” in Taberna Velha.
I entered Calzada at 9:40. The name refers to the town’s location on the Roman and pilgrimage roads.
N-547 túnel to A Calzada (3.5 km)

shrines along the path

N-547 túnel to A Calzada

gnomes in Taberna Velha
Around a corner after my apple strudel cafe stop, I came upon a bar made of beer bottles. For a pilgrim, every bar is an invitation to stop, but if you stopped at every one, you’d never make it to your destination. Hydrangeas bloomed and colorful granaries graced the path.

A Calzada

A Calzada

Beirgarten in A Calzada

Beirgarten in A Calzada
From A Calzada, I walked to A Calle, a quaint village with traditional houses.
A Calzada to A Calle (2.0 km)

hydrangea on the path from A Calzada to A Calle
The path took me down to the N-547 at Salceda, about 300 meters above sea level. For a stretch of about 1 1/2 kilometers, I had to walk along the hard shoulder of a road.
A Calle to Salceda (3.2 km)

Bar Brea

A Calle to Salceda
I continued on a woodland path, and then crossed the N-547 into Ras, where a pedestrian tunnel brought me safely into Brea. I crossed back over the N-547 up to a crossroads into O Empalme, where I stopped in a chilly outdoor courtyard for a lunch of lentil soup and cerveza limon. I briefly chatted with three Finnish ladies walking the last 100 km from Sarria.
Salceda to Cruce (O Empalme) (4.0 km)

Salceda to Cruce (O Empalme)

Salceda to Cruce (O Empalme)

soup at O Empalme
Much of today’s walk was through forests and there weren’t many views to be found. From Salceda to A Rúa was mostly uphill. Hydrangeas were blooming in the hamlet of A Rúa, a traditional hamlet, and finally the route flattened out.
Cruce (O Empalme) to Santa Irene (1.2 km) to A Rúa (1.4 km)

A Rúa

hydrangea in A Rúa

hydrangea in A Rúa

A Rúa
After A Rúa, the path ascended again. I was getting tired of all the climbing in Galicia! Before long I was in Pedrouzo, which many people apparently call Arca (the parish name).
A Rúa to Pedrouzo (Centro) (1.8 km)
I stayed in Pension Una Estrella Dorada on a main drag in Pedrouzo. I ran into Sheryl, Sharon and John sharing a room adjacent to my private room. At the gleaming and quirky gourmet restaurant, Taste the Way, I bought a t-shirt, drinks and dinner.
After relaxing a bit in my hotel room, I wandered down to the church on the fringes of town, the Igrexa de Santa Eulalia de Arca, built in the Romanesque-Gothic style in the 17th century. After a fire destroyed the church in the late 19th century, it was rebuilt in the neo-Classical style. I’d heard there was a 7:30 mass. It was quite a long walk, so I was late, arriving after 8:00, and found all the doors were locked. I was either misinformed about the time, or I was at the wrong church.

sunset in Pedrouzo

Igrexa de Santa Eulalia de Arca
I went for a short walk through town and saw Rubia and Maria, the Brazilian ladies I’d had dinner with the previous night, at a table in a restaurant window. I sat down with them to have a beer and chocolate mousse cake topped with mandarin ice cream. While I was there, Jesse came in and joined us. He seemed to be interested in Maria, who informed me that she and her husband separated about a month ago. She said her husband was a great guy, but she got married young at 18 and now she wanted to find herself. Jesse said he’d spent four hours today walking with and listening to Marie-Helene from South Africa, who had stayed with the Brazilians and me the night before in Arzúa. Jesse walked with Rubia and Maria the rest of the day.
In my room, I laid out my pilgrim credenciales (I had accumulated three by this time) on my bed and photographed them.
According to the Brierley guide, I had to walk 20.1 km to Santiago the next day. It felt strange, both sad and a relief, to think that after 47 days of doing the same thing day after day, my journey would be over.
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*Day 46: Friday, October 19, 2018*
*32,495 steps, or 13.77 miles: Arzúa to O Pedrouzo (20.6 km)*
You can find everything I’ve written so far on the Camino de Santiago here:
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On Sundays, I post about hikes or walks that I have taken in my travels; I may also post on other unrelated subjects. I will use these posts to participate in Jo’s Monday Walks or any other challenges that catch my fancy.
This post is in response to Jo’s Monday Walk: Mesquite & The Fonte.
That’s a lot of empty bottles! You were brave to walk through the forest in the dark on your own.
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That cafe was rather crazy with all those beer bottles! I was wondering while walking through the forest if I was doing the right thing. I felt a little uneasy until the horse appeared. He seemed to assure me everything was all right. 🙂
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The end in sight! And I wouldn’t have liked the dark forest walk
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Yes! Almost there. I didn’t care for that dark forest walk, Sue, but the horse seemed to make me feel like I wasn’t alone and that all was well. 🙂
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OK!
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I also feel sad that your walk is coming to an end! What an achievement it will have been!
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Thanks, Candy. I don’t know what I’ll do with myself once I finish reliving my walk. I may have to consider another long walk somewhere. 🙂
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I dread to think how many bottles of beer have been consumed along the way, but that’s a fun looking bar, Cathy. 🙂 🙂 The end in sight! That deserves a drink 🙂
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I know I consumed a lot of beer myself, Jo, usually the lemon kind. It was a fun bar; what a strange thing to encounter. The end definitely deserved a drink. 🙂
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That beer garden is quite something! I see what you mean about the shrines being similar to my fairy tree (well, I think I remember you saying that) and they seem to fail the same test in biodegradability. Abandoned shoes??
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Yes, your fairy tree did remind me of so many shrines I saw along the Way. I wondered about the abandoned shoes myself. I saw many along the way; some people seemed to switch to open-toed walking sandals, maybe sick of the blisters they were suffering.
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That beer garden was an amazing sight. Well only one more day, what an achievement Cathy. I admire your stamina
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That bar was a fun and quirky thing to encounter, as so many things were, Pauline. I felt so good about completing this walk; it had been a long-time dream of mine. I will remember it fondly forever. 🙂
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I don’t think you should go walking in the dark like that. While I admire your fearless spirit and gung-ho attitude, I still think it is a trifle foolish to do this. I’m older than you so I feel I can lecture you on this point, so do please be careful, and always finish your walk before dark. I know bad things happen in daylight hours as well, but the darkness sometimes gives confidence to the more dangerous in our society. Loved the idea of the white horse looming out of the dark like that, I would immediately have looked around for a rider! Gorgeous photos, as usual.
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Oh well, Mari, it’s already a done deal. I got up nearly every morning in the dark and walked on the Camino. I would never think to do that here in Virginia, and I’m sure I should have been more concerned for my safety, as women have had to deal with challenges even on the Camino. Usually there were other pilgrims on the path even in the dark, but not on this day for some reason. But I would do it again just for the joy of seeing the stunning sunrises. 🙂
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Maybe the horse is a polyglot, comforting in any language.
I’ve never cottoned to hydrangeas, but your images make them look especially fine.
Such a merging, if not colliding, of old and new! Romanesque, Gothic, modern, yesterday, today. You have been through many a movement, most especially your own.
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I like the idea of the horse as a polyglot, comforting in any language. For sure it is a trail of movement, steps forward and backward, challenges and joys. Just like life. 🙂
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