I missed it when I actually stepped over the line separating Castille & Leon from the Spanish state of Galicia. I had looked for geographic signs and saw many over the past 3 days, or so but I flat out missed the formal crossing. I don’t know the history in order to understand the Celtic connection with this northwestern part of Spain, but if greenery attracts the Celts, there’s plenty of it here in Galicia. And mountains too, not rugged and two miles high like we find in Colorado, but definitely not hills. So far this looks like a rich agricultural region. I’m seeing a lot of cows and evidence of a cheese making industry, both from cow’s and goat’s milk. Also saw chickens running around, grapes growing for wine, and other cottage gardening and fruit orchards. There are also a lot of contented looking horses. In sum, this is a very idyllic place, and chilly this night as I write these notes regarding Galicia.

As I was walking what I hoped to be the last mile or so of today’s 18 or 19 I heard a commotion down the dirt road I was about to turn onto. Then this happened . . . right place, right time. Hope you enjoy this.