Today was much longer day than all the others. We needed to hike 30km to reach our hostel in Arzua. The hike was lovely, not because the views were amazing, but because the journey was rewarding
Towards the end our feet were bloodied, blistered and bruised. Only two days more to go.
Along the way we stopped at a place know for having the best octopus in all of Spain. The rumors might be true. It was amazing. It was drenched with salt and olive oil which made the dish super tasty.
As soon as we arrived we decided to enjoy several beers and some gin with a couple of Spanish friends we met along the way. They seemed super lovely, but I can't be sure because I couldn't understand a word they were saying.
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