After eating a very bland, home cooked dinner (pasta, mayonnaise and sweetcorn), we headed to the church to hear the monks sing latin hymns. Although we are not religious, it was quite a moving experience - maybe it was because we couldn't understand what they were saying?
This morning I was prepared for the cold, stockings, sock hands etc. I was slightly disappointed when it wasn't as cold as yesterday - not! It was a slow start to the morning, as the yellow arrows were almost non-existent. Ant and I walked aimlessley over paths for about 40 minutes, we were able to see footprints in the dirt with our torch... so felt some comfort that others may also have gone on the wrong track.
Once on track again, we made it to Foncebadón for sunrise. The view was amazing, Foncebadón looked down onto the hills we had just walked with the sun rising in the distance. There was a lone cross in a village that was all but deserted, you almost felt like there was no-one else in the world...
Today we would reach the highest point 1,505m. At the top is an iron dcross, that has become a symbol of the way of St James. For possibly hundreds of years, pilgrims have been bringing stones (or other icons)to leave as a sign of respect or gratitude. Ant and I had bought stones from London to leave in this magical place. We were lucky enough to be the only people there at the time, which made the moment even more special.
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