A lot of the time the Camino looked like this. We were often in forests, with no one else around. I walked alone alot, pretty much going at my own pace. Other pilgrims were respectful of one's need to chat or not.
This is a typical village. Narrow streets going between ancient stone houses and barns. There was always a little church, too, usually open. In one little hamlet, there was a woman standing in the path, selling fresh sugared crepes (I don't know the Spanish word for crepes.)
This woman was walking between her home and a nearby village. 250,000 people walk the last part of the Camino every year, so she hardly noticed us.
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