Today I meet a young man from Staten Island in the USA . His family originally came from Gallecia, and his Gran is still alive at 105 years . I ask, “ how does she do this,?“ He replies “ she drinks red wine .”
We stop for a coffee in the pouring rain. I am drenched , the only thing keeping me warm is a merino wool sweater. My day pack is soaked and my quilted shower proof polyester jacket resembles a wet sponge . It would be more useful for washing dishes at this point than keeping me dry.
We soon find a common aim which drives us on, despite painful knees and blisters , Octopus. The town of Metilde is famous for ‘ Pulpo’ and we both want to try it for lunch.