Your legs are still fresh and your head is full. It’s the first day towards Fisterra, and you can feel it. You walk out of the city. Streets turn into paths and the traffic slowly fades away.
It’s a rolling day, with more descents than climbs. Nothing dramatic, but your knees will notice. Later you cross the medieval bridge of Ponte Maceira. Pausing for a moment is part of the experience. After a good six hours you arrive in Negreira, where a public albergue is waiting for you.
Take it easy, the road is long enough.