View of Porto from main cathedral. Every city, town and village is built around one, always old and well kept.

Lynn standing beside the yellow arrow and stylized scallop shell that guide hikers along the Camino trail. We start in hot sunny weather…

But the weather is not always hot and sunny. We head north along the Portuguese Atlantic coast, both beaches and rocky shores.

The Camino takes us through urban and rural trails…

Popping over Lynn’s head is St James. His beheaded body is buried in a cathedral in Santiago de Compostela, the end of the Camino trail.

The rain catches up with us in Spain

The North Atlantic living up to it’s blustery reputation

Locals cleaning barnacles. Saw them offered on a buffet. Not interested, thanks

Typical Spanish coastal town. Old windmills survive in Spain and Portugal.

Lynn warily approaches Spanish Guardia Civil police check-stop

Lynn smiles and men melt

Most nights were spent in so-so hotels, but now and then we were treated to swish digs. Nice weather but not for long.

Lots of salads and seafood, especially shrimp, and beer and wine.

Blustery North Atlantic catches up with us again

And then, beach break

On the road again

Old towns, some on roads built by the Romans 2000 years ago

Locals - yes, including guy with bagpipes - often came out to encourage us ‘pilgrims’ as we’re called…..pilgrims because of the religious origin of the Camino trail

Lots of farmland along the way including vineyards. Great vino, always with corked bottles no matter how cheap the plonk.

Finally we make to the cathedral in Santiago de Compostela. Camino masses offered many times a day. Dudes in red are about to swing a massive incense burner (we lucked out because not routinely done)

Lynn and I with weary bodies in the busy cathedral square…the end of our Camino adventure.