Ferreiros, an extremely remote hamlet on the Camino, paper in hand,
phone number to contact, but no reply, again and again and again!
Less than helpful bar staff in the Casa, one of only two inhabited places the other at the bottom of a long, steep hill!
Less than helpful bar staff in the Casa, one of only two inhabited places the other at the bottom of a long, steep hill!
A young Italian, a fellow pilgrim, tried to interpret for us. Eventually a young Spanish girl took pity and phoned a taxi for us. Two hours later a taxi arrived!
There after it felt like we were on the film set of
a James Bond car chase. An expected 3km ride extended to a half hour
roller coaster ride. Very scary! The mad Spanish chauffeur eventually
stopped the car in Portomarin,
our next days destination!
He laughed at
our efforts to tell him there must be a mistake, that we were going the
wrong way. However, our panic subsided when a young Romania pilgrim
joined us at this point. This was no ordinary taxi driver but the owner
of Foilebar, our overnight accommodation. When we arrived at his
beautiful home, high up in the hills, he explained that his property
name meant
'House of the Wolf!'
We needed time to recover from the panic and travel sickness before enjoying a wonderful meal in the company of new companions. We prayed for forgiveness for lack of faith and in thanksgiving for our safe arrival.
But in the middle of the night when there was a loud banging on the door we wondered if we were on the set of an Agatha Christie murder mystery or maybe too much wine!
All jokng apart it was a privilege to enjoy spending time in this beautiful home with such friendly, hospitable people.
The next morning we were taken back to where we had been picked up to continue our Camino.
Oh my, the adventure gets better! Straight out of a novel, this episode. Loving your work, ladies, and wishing you a safe and peaceful onward path. Susan x
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