The lost hour means an extra hour before dawn and Redondela is reached before the Sun, which is anyway hiding behind clouds ... plenty of time for Caldas, though always open to slowing down ... before Arcade, on the shores of the Vigo river, Merciette from Montreal briefly slows the pace ... a conversation about her Italian huband, three children tri-lingual, lucky to have three persectives of the world ... then into town and Patty from Massachusetts appears, moving a little faster and vibrating on the same frequency all the way to Pontevedra ... her pre-booked stop for today, and after a good lunch with a lovely couple running the place and looking after his mother with dementia, the Caldas 40 is abandoned for a half day and shared room at the rather dated, but comfortable Pension Santa Clara ... shared delusions preferred to solitary epic stages for now ... Caldas tomorrow? Let's see what the morning brings ...
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