We woke up to fog covering everything and thick moisture in the air. The night before, my Mom had mentioned wanting to keep her rain jacket at the bottom of her pack. The kiss of death to anyone who doesn't want it to rain. We were treated to a wonderful breakfast in the castle before disappearing into the fog. Almost immediately, we were soaked though it hadn't started raining yet.
I imagined we were walking through a dense rainforest and was sure a gorilla could be seen across the ravine. Visibility was extremely low and there was no sign that the sun would come out and burn it off. My Mom complained about being sweaty but I couldn't tell if it was our sweat or the fog dampening our clothes and hair. Out of nowhere a town sprung up around us and we were surprised at how far we'd come already. We warmed up with a coffee and churros before heading back into the fog. We walked by tons of farms with horses, chicken, and sheep and all the smells that go with it.
We reached another small town where we were hoping to grab a beer but discovered it was closed and our spirits were a little crushed. The last section of the day was the hardest on our bodies but the sun started to poke through the thick fog and before we knew it, there wasn't a cloud in the sky. My Mom's bad omen about rain hadn't come true. We reached the hillside town of Tineo and were greeted by many strangers trying to help us find our way. We made it to our Pension and were lucky enough to do our first load of laundry. Unfortunately we had missed lunchtime and would have to wait till the late hours to get dinner. Our laundry finished but most things were still soaked and we had run out of coins for the machine. After draping our whole room in clothes we went out to walk around town. Nothing was serving food yet, of course because who wants to eat dinner at seven thirty? (US) we stopped by a Cerveceria and started to plan out our next few days. Unfortunately our brains had stopped working from lack of calories and we left with no real plan. We walked around town searching for some place selling food. We stumbled into a hotel and restaurant and luckily they had just started dinner service. They seated us in the empty dining room complete with white table cloths and chair covers and handed us the menus.
We quickly realized that we did not belong here, reading my plate that said 'Palacio'. I sat in my, barely washed, down puffy unable to take it off as my only dry shirt was my see-through hiking shirt and lacey bra. Neither of us had washed our hair that day either.
We couldn't help but laugh at how odd we must look but luckily we were there for the early bird special, and left before the rush (10:30pm).
Stats
Salas to Tineo
Miles: 12.5
Steps: 34,068
Dog Sightings: 9