Day 27: Sarria - Eirexe

We were leaving early, expecting to walk about 40km once again. At 7:30 we were already out in Sarria's streets. But as we left the city suddenly we reminded that we had to get to an ATM before leaving! The problem is that at this hour it was impossible to find someone who to ask for the closest one.. So at 7:30 in the morning there we were, walking in the dark streets if Sarria desperately looking for somewhere to withdraw money from! Eventually we found an ATM, but this detour made us lose half an hour of our day.


We were expecting rain, but actually we didn't see a raindrop for the entire day, which made for a great day to walk. We walked mostly in small pathways surrounded by stone walls, with green fields both sides. On one of this paths we met a small older man that was walking from Portomarín in what looked like a Sunday suit. He stopped us and we had a little chat. His name was Ramiro and he had the most deep, beautiful blue eyes that we had ever seen, and he talked proudly of the letters he collected from various popes, cardinals and bishops, as well as of the yellow arrows he had painted to mark the Camino in this area. Lastly, he recommended us to eat at Bar Perez, in Portomarín. "You'll eat well and it's cheaper than other places!", he said.



So we did! We asked for the place once we reached the town, I found it were he had told us, just beside the "cuartel". We looked at the menu and decided we would try the pulpo, so famous in Galicia. So I asked for two caldos galegos and one pulpo estofado that was on the menu del día. Imagine our surprised faces when, after eating the caldos, a plate with chicken arrives to the table. We found out after the meal was over that the plate on the menu was pollo estofado and not pulpo. So we learned that we should pay more attention to what we are asking for!




After lunch we took off again and 20km later we arrived at the municipal albergue in Eirexe. We were sharing a cramped room with 3 others guys, two of which smelled. Not surprisingly, none of the three showered that night. But not all was bad. The hospitalera at this albergue was one of the nicest persons we met, and certainly one of the best hospistaleros. She has been working at this albergue for 21 years, and it is a curious fact that before it was turned into an albergue this was actually the primary school she attended! We talked for a while about her story, economics and life in general. A good ending to our day.