Shortly after Granja, Victor and I had to part company. He was walking north to Astorga,  then to the French border, and then through France to his parents farm, in the far north. It would take him another two months, but at least he would arrive in the summer.  I was continuing to follow the Portuguese border,  on the Camino Sanabres, now westward to Ourense,  and then north to Santiago.

We left Granja  early, and,  as was Victor’s custom,  we greeted the sun as it rose over the horizon. We parted company at a bridge called Puente Quintos.  I was very sorry to see him go, as we had become very good friends, and he had taught me a lot about the Camino.

I reached Tábara early afternoon and stayed at the excellent alberge with the the hospitalario, José.

 

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