Fillobal

Sunday, June 22, feast of The Body and Blood of Christ.
It seemed to be drizzling when we got up, and so got out our rain gear, but never really had to use it, and by the time the sun was up, we put it away. It turned out to be a lovely day for walking - never too hot, partly cloudy, great views.
We made it the last 3 miles up to O Cebreiro with no problem (surely you didn't think that was hard, Cathy?) There is a beautiful parish church there, and three  Franciscans there to take care of it. It is the site of an Eucharistic miracle. The story goes that one stormy winter day when no one could get to church, the priest was only half heartedly, or even doubting what he was doing, when a poor peasant arrived desiring to receive Communion. When the priest derided him for coming out in such a storm, the bread and wine changed into flesh and blood, staining the altar cloths. So that chalice and patten, altar cloth and other relics are kept there on display.
Unfortunately, O Cebreiro wasn't quite the highest spot, so the trail was still going up, then down then up again, as mountain trails will do. So it seems as if one climbs the same mountain at least one and a half times! Then we started the descent into the valley to Triacastela.
Unfortunately at that time Fr Paul's shin began to hurt him, and so he was limping and resting all the way down the mountain. We didn't quite make it to Triacastela. But came upon a new hostel (ie not in the guidebook) 3 miles before there and so stopped for the day. Already a nice nap and rest seems to have done wonders for Fr Paul's leg. Pray that it will be well. We are within 135 kilometers of Santiago! My feet are still tender, but no real blisters or problem.