This was our first rest stop.
Along the way, the scenery changes.
Hip-high ferns surrounded the trail for a while.
Carolyn said these islands were part of a national park.
We headed deep into bushy areas...
...and headed down lonely trails....
...passed many private vegetable plots...
....and under major roads.
We stopped for lunch in the middle of nowhere, and sat on little logs.
A tender moment on a secluded track...with mini-waterfall behind..
We had our Camino passports stamped in the hotel in Baiona and in two coffee shops during the day.
Having finally got to Vigo, this 12th century bridge was one of the first things we saw.
Vigo is a major city with the hustle and bustle of any typical metropolis. The arrow led us into Castrelos Park.
There were millions of very old plane trees in Castrelos Park. At this point, we were still ages away from reaching our hotel. Much rain and several kilometres of walking were ahead of us.
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