The trail is marked by cement triangular posts with a flat top about two feet high with the emblem of a sea shell embedded in the front, along with a kilometer marker. These appear every so many miles.
We started at the 100 kilometer marker deep in the woods outside of Sarria. The path is clearly marked from centuries of travelers. You transverse small farms, fields, and forests. The farms are simple. The farmers have a hardened look of hard work on their faces. Sometimes you have to share the path with a tractor, some cows a chicken or two or some dogs. Everyone and everything passed me. One farm had music coming from it's barn. An instrumental version of "Let it Be" . I sat for a while on some old steps to listen.
The trip began to take meaning ...the sun coming from the trees...the sound of babbling brooks all put me in a place I was hoping for...a separate place for my thoughts, dreams and prayers...unencumbered by my daily life.