Through Fog into Lugo

Daily miles: 25.01 | Total miles: 14,838.65

I got up just after 6am, had a cold coffee, packed my things, and stepped out into a very foggy morning. The first miles were a steep uphill—a good warm-up. There’s something special about moving into the fog, trusting that it will clear at some point and imagining how beautiful that moment will feel.

The fog stayed with me up high, but as soon as I began to descend, I saw the first hints of blue sky. I ran down and down until I reached a small town around mile 7. It was too early for coffee—but I stopped anyway. Sitting there with a cup in my hands, watching life slowly unfold, felt just right.

Feeling energized, I continued on, knowing that after all that downhill, the climb would come again—and it did. At the top, I passed an older and a younger woman walking hand in hand. It made me smile, and I felt drawn to say hello. They seemed to enjoy hearing about my run, and the older woman spoke to me with warmth and enthusiasm. I didn’t understand everything, but I received it with a smile. “Igualmente,” I said. “Adiós,” and I ran on.

Later, I stopped for another coffee. With a shorter day ahead, I wanted to enjoy these little moments with the locals. Behind the bar, a woman was preparing tapas, and soon workers came in to eat and chat. Simple scenes, full of life.

Further along, I stopped to smell some beautiful roses, and later passed ferns that brought back memories of other places, other times. It’s interesting how certain plants can carry entire moments within them.

When I finally arrived in Lugo, perched on a hill, I pushed the buggy uphill. A woman stopped me and asked about my journey—we talked for a while before I continued to the supermarket. I knew I’d have access to a stovetop tonight, so I decided to treat myself.

Vegetarian frankfurters, pasta with cheese sauce, and a salad with a tomato. Mamma mia, that was delicious.

The dishes are clean, I’ve had a shower, and this place is wonderful—again, lucky for very little money.

A good day.

Thanks for checking in, Andrea