un camino di-vino

Day walking is infinitely superior to wandering around in the dark wielding my walking stick like a spear at stray chihuahas. I set out at 8am through perfectly combed hillsides coevered with rows of gnarled vines and tiny green spherical grapes for the famous El Bierzo wine of the region. Along the way a met a fine pair of barefoot brothers from Peachtree City, Georgia that have been walking for 2 weeks since the border of France. I am currently in a Brazilian family-run hostel in a little one road town called Vega del Valcarce. I arrived here via mountain switchbacks, little logging roads along a stream, and the clear-cut zones surrounding high tension powerlines that crackle in a way that makes me wonder if walking beneath them is wise. So far I've been propelled exclusively by 2 coffees, peanuts, and a loaf of bread so I will now have a stroll down the street to find a cheap meal.

NOTE: all is well in the food department. Just ate 16 oz of Galician yogurt and 1/2 of a 10" empanada of tuna and local pimento peppers, washed down with a liter of fresh spanish orange juice.