Instead of going down all the little streets, we headed for the Pilgrimage church high above town, across the river.
On the long push (way too steep to ride), at least 6 couples stopped to chat with me. Same questions every time (I think - very little English is spoken here). Where are you from? Where are you going? You brought your bikes from America?! One lady eventually understood we make no reservations, and just wing it for lodging every day. She turned to Scott and said, "Wonderful girl!" as if it was extraordinary that I was willing to rough it :)
Leaving Linz late in the afternoon, we encountered sandstorms of tiny white gnats. They pelted our helmets like a downpour, and got into our eyes, mouths, and clothing. We've had our share of insect issues!
The European idea of camping is a wide open field with RVs all around - no fires or grills are allowed. Camp stoves seem to be frowned on. We have yet to see another tent in any established campsite.
Roller blading is still huge here. I gave it up when I took a bad fall in Maine over 10 years ago - but it still looks like fun!
We've camped 4 nights in a row now - a big boon for the budget (trying to stay under 50 euros a day - now we are at 25 euros a day!).






1 comment:
That's so cool that there are Camino signs! It was so happy to facetime with you! She might not have let on, but I could tell that Corn enjoyed it too ;)
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