We Uber’ed from our hotel in Porto to the exact point where we’d left the Camino yesterday and picked up the path once again. Still in the city, we passed through industrial areas and small neighborhoods. Flowers are blooming everywhere. The path led under a canopy of golden angel’s trumpets. Following the yellow arrows designating the Camino isn’t rocket science though some are faint or in a place you might not expect. There are constantly Camino assurance markers along the path. Getting into a conversation with your partner or daydreaming, however, is easy to do, and before you know it, you miss a turn and you’re trying to figure out where you went wrong. David is the navigator and keeps us on the straight and narrow… for the most part. Oddly enough, I do most of the chatting. Small shrines are built into walls and the sides of houses all along the path. Votive candles and flowers are left to honor the saints to whom the shrines are dedicated. We walked 8.2 miles to a designated…
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