So after an incredibly late and wonderful breakfast I headed east into the interior of Portugal. I dreaded the direction, away from the sea. It was a beautiful and warm day, perfect beach weather. The busy roads and city landscape continued to put my mind at odds with this chosen way. I had to change my attitude and find the beauty here. Time to enjoy the moment.
Several small groups of pilgrims passed me as I turned off the main road to visit the megalithic mound, Mamoa do Fulāo. I wasn't going to pass up a chance to visit the burial chambers dating back to 3,000 BC.
Luckily the detour was just around a bend. Plus I've got plenty of time to dawdle and take pictures.
The narrow 13th century bridge over the Rio Este was also a great stopping place. Along the river under a shady tree I enjoyed some lunch and the sounds of the water.
Coming into Arcos is a beautiful church.
The paths from the coastal route merge here with the central route and clearly marked yellow arrows are everywhere.
My albergue is the first pilgrim hostel dedicated on the Portuguese side of this Camino.
I've returned to my pilgrim ways, here early. I've showered, laundered and rested. Time to look for a drink!
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