Getting to Sarria

We caught our train to Sarria in the morning. After all my plans for Mum to walk into Santiago de Compostela, the train stopped there. Mum was asked to close her eyes and not look, and she promptly fell asleep.

Found the albergue where we have a private room. We went for lunch but the place was full. We joined in another part of the fiesta in town with music, dancing and a bar. On the basis of yesterday's invitation we now consider ourselves invited to all the fiestas in Spain. 

We had a rest and climbed the hill to the Calle Major, the main street through town, thronging with pilgrims. On the way we met a man who carves the wooden walking sticks. We visited the church where we got a proper stamp to start our journey and Mum got her shell for her rucksack. Then we had a drink and were given a slice of pizza to go with it, and we watched the world go by.