Today was a pretty fantastic, if arduous, walk: starting in the valley floor, then up, up, up along the side of a pretty big hill to the top, where windmills awaited far in the distance. Watching them slowly get closer was pretty amazing. The terrain totally changed: Welcome to Galicia!
If I recall correctly, at the top of this hill is where I met a man with binoculars, who offered me some water. I asked if he was looking at birds.
“No,” he replied, “cows.”
“You’re cow-watching…?” I asked, skeptical.
“Well, they are my cows. I’m seeing where they are and how they are doing,” he explained. He said he loved his life: spending the days in nature, watching over his free-range, happy cows. “A relaxing life,” he said.
It didn’t seem so bad at all.