I was heading down the hill to Piedrafita in order to catch the bus back to Madrid. THe good night´s sleep had done wonders for me and if not exactly firing on all cylinders I was well enough to enjoy the day and to look forward to new adventures. It had kept snowing during the night and everything was white and the sky relentlessly gray. We found a bar for our coffee, ColaCao as usual for Monica, and good toasted peasant bread for sustenance.
They headed thataway and I headed my way after taking a few pictures to commemorate our separation. The journey downhill went smoothly and only took around forty five minutes. While having a coffee I asked about a bus to Ponferrada and was told one was leaving in a few minutes. Not wanting to spend six hours cooped up in a bar in a small town while a snow storm raged outside I jumped on it and we headed off in a minibus to the sounds of flamenco and galician folk songs, some of which sounded remarkably like Hawaiian eukalely music. As it turned out, after the initial fifteen minutes of skirting the highway we followed pretty much the same route we had trekked through the day before. It was a bit strange to watch all those miles pass by so wuickly, so smoothly.
At two thirty I got on my bus, yes the same one I would have taken from Piedrafita, and headed back to Madrid. I had about six hours ahead of me and I managed to survive the trip.
It was time to go back to work but I had caught the bug and had decided to return to Piedrafita and hike the four kms up to O'Cebreiro and from there continue the journey to Santiago de Compostela.
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