Getting Things Together for Portuguese Camino

Sorting out a daypack, my trusty “gender-bender” Merrell boots and some kind people loaned me a book on Spain.



Here is a link to the base walk we plan to do. Porto to Tui, then Tui to Santiago de Compostela.

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