Arzua

First, a note to my father.

Dear Dad,
I´m very sorry I have been writing so much about nudity. However, sex sells and I do what I can to keep the readers coming back.
But seriously folks, I can´t help but share the horror stories as they are always what comes to mind when I can actually get behind a computer. However, you won´t be hearing any more from me as I am now completely desensitized. Moving on.

Now on to weather, culture, geography and the like.
We had a lovely 32 km walk today through the thick Galician forests -- imagine ´The Shire´from Middle Earth (Lord of the Rings for you non-nerds). The path often looks like a tunnel because of the overhanging trees. Unlike back in the Meseta, there are towns every 2 km or so, so walking seems to go much quicker.
Right now, we are in a town called Arzua (pronouced Are-thoo-ah) which is renowned for its smooth, creamy cheese. I´ll be endulging a bit later on tonight and I have been assured by Greg from Tennessee that it is quite delicious with beer.
It was pretty hot out today, even though Galicia is known for its soggy weather. They call this section of the walk the ´Rompe-Piernas´ which means ´Break Legs´. It´s a lot of up and down, but it´s a welcome change from giant mountains and neverending plains.
I can´t wait to upload photos of Galicia on here. No working USB jack yet, sorry.
The hostel we are staying at today is absolutely gorgeous, shower doors and all. The water was warm and the pressure good. The beds appear clean. The hospitaleros are welcoming. All in all, an absolute hit after the municipal shitholes we´ve been staying in lately.

Two more days ´til Santiago. I might have a treat for you all after that.
I miss you guys.
-J