I found this morning's walk to Somo quite energising, with the exception of the first 4km to Galizano which was by bitumen road. At Galizano I turned towards the ocean where the sealed road became a dirt road, which became a single file track around the headlands. I was never too far from the ocean or that relentless sound of waves washing onto the rocks.

A large group of pilgrims headed out from the albergue just ahead of me. As is often the case it didn't take long before they'd strung out along the road. I made my way past some of them. This is the first time on this whole journey that I've had the sounds of other pilgrims voices in the background. Because I've walked by myself for
so long and because this is my preference, I find the talk of others distracting. However, before long I was by myself in silence with just my thoughts, and nature's sounds which are a gift to be enjoyed on this journey by those who care to listen.

One of the women asked me this morning whether she could walk with me for a while. Before I could answer she reminded herself of a conversation we had last night where I told her I prefer to walk alone. We didn't walk together.

Part of the morning's walk was along the beach between Loredo and Somo. In parts
the beautiful golden sand was up to 300 metres wide. I made good time to Somo where after a 20 minute wait I caught a boat to Santander with two young Frenchmen who've been walking, I think, since Irun. I only chatted with them for the first time yesterday at breakfast, but had seen them once before about a week ago. The Camino is like that. I got to like these young fellas but probably saw them for the last time today after walking with them to the albergue at Santander where we said goodbye.

I had already made up my mind to not stop at Santander for the night but to move
on another 13km to Boo de Pielagos where a chart I'm carrying said there is an albergue. I lunched in a park a little way out from the centre of Santander while watching a very old and stooped lady and her carer do the circuit of the square in front of me over and over again. Today's path, which took me through industrial, urban and rural areas, was extraordinarily well marked with the ubiquitous yellow arrow. I found it particularly uninteresting. What I've found is that I'm much more at peace with my journey when I'm traveling through rural areas that have a quality that endears them to me unlike cities and large towns which disturb me energetically.

Arriving in Boo de Pielagos I found no albergue. If there is one it wasn't pointed to by any arrow I saw. I asked a couple of people and they'd not heard of it so I got directions to an hotel about a kilometre out of town. At a��30, it's the cheapest, but by far not any where near the worst hotel I've stayed at since Rome.

On the way into Boo de Pielagos I saw two unoccupied urban developments, one a mid-rise block of apartments and the other a small village of about 50-60 houses. These are probably a comment on the state of the Spansh economy. Ireland is the
same according to another pilgrim I spoke with recently.

I had a butterfly guide today as I walked the path around the headland. It landed on the track a metre or so in front of me. As I got close to it it flew off landing again a few metres further along. It kept this up for 30-40 meters during which time I photographed it. After the photograph it seemed satisfied and flew off. It was like it wanted me to notice it and take the photo. It had mostly orange wings with four circular spots on the corners of it's upper and lower wings which were magenta centres outlined in white. Quite beautiful. It's occurrences like this that I would miss
if I was walking with someone else.

I was ready to eat at 7.30pm but dinner at the hotel did not start until nine. How Sanish.
I think people are unnecessarily jumping to conclusions