Day 36: Barbadello - Portomarin (5/6/14)

There was a strong correlation to images I saw in Galicia and my fantasies of what Ireland looks like.

There were also, literally, hundreds of horreos - 

typical granaries on legs in which families used to store either cheese 

or grain for their livestock.
(Being raised helped keep out vermin)

And, not for the first time, 

we suspected the contemporary minds behind the Camino 

were just messing with our heads.

Our destination for the night was Portomarin -

a town which had been completely relocated to higher ground

when, as a response to a flood in the 50's, 

the local river was damned to create a lake.

We entered Portomarin by crossing a bridge. 

As soon as we got to the other side, we would be faced with this... 

 oh good...

While Anne and I were staying in town overnight, 

other pilgrims had to go down a mere two blocks

and head out of town again by going down another steep street and crossing another bridge.

We all assume a deal had been struck with town officials -

along the order of "if you don't fight this plan and relocate your town, 

we'll make sure the Camino goes through and brings you revenue".

Nothing else makes sense.