Hello, everyone.
After a busy week-and-some, it's time to return to the Camino Primitivo walk.
We woke up in Berducedo and everything was enveloped in a cold fog. We bundled up and headed out. It was so foggy that when we passed windmills we couldn't see them. We did hear the WHOOMP WHOOMP sounds they make.
The fog lifted a little and after a couple or three kilometers we came to another albergue, which had an open bar/coffee shop. We settled in for some toast and coffee, the toast was oven made and huge and very welcome. We did meet some other pilgrims while there, a couple of ladies who arrived after we did. After enjoying a few words with each other, as we were through eating, we left, donning our huge blue ponchos and headed out into the cold again. This was probably the coldest day of the pilgrimage.
When the fog lifted we came to the descent to the famous dam: Embalse de Grandas de Salime, which seems to take its name from the nearby town of Grandas de Salime. The en-route post discussed the strong winds, I think.
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