Good thing I love snow

We woke this morning (about 10 in the albergue) to snow and a welcoming breakfast from the hospitalero. We trickled out in 2's and 3's. 

As we went towards Foncebadón, the snow was really coming down and it was wonderful to hear nothing but the crunch of our boots. I walked today with Andreo from Barcelona and Ferdinand from Mexico and we stopped often for pictures. 

And after a refreshment stop, (me, a mandarin orange; them, 2 glasses of wine and some jamon) we came to the Cruz de Ferro. It looks very different in the snow. 

On our way to Manjarin, I saw a lonely snowman on a bench, so quickly built him a friend. 

At Manjarin, Tomas told us that the path was not safe and we should stick to the road, which we did. Much easier for walking backwards on the way down as well. And walking backwards also minimized the pain of the sleet hitting our faces. And then the snow stopped and El Acebo came into view. 

It started raining while we had lunch so at 4pm we decided to stay in this town. Tomorrow is supposed  to be clear and sunny so I've put out my sunglasses to wear!