We were in Galicia and walking through a terrain of mountains, lonely gravel footpaths, lakes, teeny railway lines and tunnels in the far distance, abandoned villages, grazing horses and cows, and lush flora of all possible shades of green. Splendid. I asked my Spanish companion for the name of this national park. He replied that we were in Galicia. I said, 'I know that, but what is the name of this national park?' He said that it did not have national park status. It's my view that if ever a region deserves national park status it is that pristine and stunning region of Galicia through which the peerless Camino passes. If you the reader should ever choose to walk this route you're in for a treat.
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