tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42672502908206285182024-03-05T19:56:12.570-08:00Laurie's Camino Olvidadolauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01408110321818832857noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267250290820628518.post-61161833570895086562015-01-23T16:39:00.000-08:002015-01-23T16:39:11.387-08:00Linking my blogsI now have five blogs on some of the lesser traveled Caminos. So I thought I would link them all together in case you are looking for some suggestions. Each of these Caminos is special in its own way, and I would happily walk any of them again. If I am really lucky, I will! <br />
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2010: Via de la Plata <a href="http://laurie-ontheviadelaplata.blogspot.com/">http://laurie-ontheviadelaplata.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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2011: Madrid to Sahagun (Camino de Madrid) - Sahagun to Ponferrada (Camino Frances) - Ponferrada to Santiago (Camino de Invierno) <a href="http://peregrina2000.blogspot.com/">http://peregrina2000.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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2012: Santander to San Vicente (Norte) - San Vicente to Potes (Camino Lebaniego) - Potes to Leon (Camino Vadiniense) - Leon to Oviedo (Camino de Salvador) - Oviedo to Santiago (Camino Primitivo) <a href="http://caminovadiniense.blogspot.com/">http://caminovadiniense.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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2013: Camino de Levante (Valencia to Zamora) - Camino Sanabres (Zamora to Santiago)<br />
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lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01408110321818832857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267250290820628518.post-5839815544883515022014-07-22T14:46:00.001-07:002014-07-22T14:46:27.194-07:00Finally saw a sunsetI have walked the 3.5 km from Finisterre up to the lighthouse at least three, and maybe four, times -- just to see the sunset. But I have never actually seen a sunset because the cloud cover has been so heavy. But tonight was perfect. Clear skies, warm-ish temps. I walked up with some camino friends and at about 10:15 the sun dropped below the horizon. This year's camino is officially over. 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I think my body is programmed to know that it's going to be stopping soon, so those last few hills were just a little slower and more sluggish than usual. But I never really want to stop walking, even though I do want to see the family and have things I'm looking forward to doing back home. But no more walking.....<div><br></div><div>Today I saw a sign for a bar on the beach, about a km off the Camino. Now you might think it's silly to walk that far for a cup of coffee, but it's not every day I get to see this with my morning coffee:</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS1MGbio1YDffO625MQQaZTy0EzCj-Mu232MmU3fLg86mD0-K3X0MxDBWUKOpqU5MRM2YwkYrCaxgxk3gtckgFM2iPBYcufNEOV3ap8b6V71PfA7IA92t0SgrD2ZokpKBvqro3cetL2TA/s640/blogger-image-1238380226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS1MGbio1YDffO625MQQaZTy0EzCj-Mu232MmU3fLg86mD0-K3X0MxDBWUKOpqU5MRM2YwkYrCaxgxk3gtckgFM2iPBYcufNEOV3ap8b6V71PfA7IA92t0SgrD2ZokpKBvqro3cetL2TA/s640/blogger-image-1238380226.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>And then reconnecting with the Camino took me along some other coastal paths:</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWmYZw-ThX8m99PWkZiOZRQA8pgJKps79Ws78toCTJhW_tyZx1A6zvrhdNaITf_AoYylPV3_Qwge43fm4gl9XBuyy4YXQQQD4NBF73aM5rmW0ZZBGT9VY_BXGVWRwAkjzPjMMNFLzcxzg/s640/blogger-image--7745298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWmYZw-ThX8m99PWkZiOZRQA8pgJKps79Ws78toCTJhW_tyZx1A6zvrhdNaITf_AoYylPV3_Qwge43fm4gl9XBuyy4YXQQQD4NBF73aM5rmW0ZZBGT9VY_BXGVWRwAkjzPjMMNFLzcxzg/s640/blogger-image--7745298.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVe3ue_GJ-Ij_cuN4aqu21Hg8DilUVJkYId_6sQ5lXM35jM1WCgQ3yTREb3sBtnJw6kZ3vYsnVixSwUeo2ANX6W-ax4cvukd0s3jUg1-fl1E_8rcSvaiXqt7ogBZ8yataXm8hMqhJmOw0/s640/blogger-image--289080830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVe3ue_GJ-Ij_cuN4aqu21Hg8DilUVJkYId_6sQ5lXM35jM1WCgQ3yTREb3sBtnJw6kZ3vYsnVixSwUeo2ANX6W-ax4cvukd0s3jUg1-fl1E_8rcSvaiXqt7ogBZ8yataXm8hMqhJmOw0/s640/blogger-image--289080830.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Well worth the little bit of extra walking. </div><div><br></div><div>Arrived in Finisterre about two pm</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFCv9ZBGu74hwCd4veMGNQmonteINQRe19npdZSCq3u7opK1GnHqknxs-59sm2ob2zs4TX16BFbg8Riq0RT2hz_5G0WRn_QEkOIKLGJOUoAcnA3YNzuGk9NpYo2k3608CYoNtTKkPfAZI/s640/blogger-image--1344422283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFCv9ZBGu74hwCd4veMGNQmonteINQRe19npdZSCq3u7opK1GnHqknxs-59sm2ob2zs4TX16BFbg8Riq0RT2hz_5G0WRn_QEkOIKLGJOUoAcnA3YNzuGk9NpYo2k3608CYoNtTKkPfAZI/s640/blogger-image--1344422283.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I am in the albergue with the group from several days ago and we have plans to walk up to the lighthouse tonight for sunset. Fingers crossed, it's very clear and sunny, so I may finally see my first Finisterre sunset! </div><div><br></div>lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01408110321818832857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267250290820628518.post-47596104035946300422014-07-21T04:31:00.001-07:002014-07-31T16:27:59.444-07:00Food appearsLast night as people's stomachs were growling, I went down to town with some others, with the hope that something would have magically opened up. A few villagers were out and about, and they again told us that everyone was at the fiesta. But then two women started talking and one thing led to another, and before we knew it we had a beautiful tortilla española, a dozen eggs from the chicken coop, a huge round loaf of excellent gallego bread, a bag of potatoes from the garden, and two bottles of wine. Only after much cajoling did we convince them to accept some money. As we arrived back at the albergue, a car pulled up with a young woman who had overheard the conversation, bringing some white asparagus, olives, fruit, some cookies for dessert. The result was nine well-fed and very happy pilgrims, blessed once again by the kindness of random strangers.<br />
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Left over potatoes became hash browns for breakfast and most everyone was on the road by 7. It was a very short day by recent standards, only 20 km, and by noon we were sitting in a cafe overlooking the ocean. It was a very pleasant walk, nearly all off road, and for the last 9 km, we got frequent glimpses of the ocean in the brilliant sun. Rain has left us, hooray. </div>
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My phone died on the walk, so I'm sure you'll be sorry to know I can't post any pictures of the beautiful Romanesque doorway in the Moraime church. But just to make up for it, on my way out to the church on the rocky point where Mary is reported to have appeared, a Romanesque church I've never been able to get into was magically open. Which means I can post a Romanesque picture or two after all! </div>
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But the highlight of any trip to Muxia has to be a visit to the sanctuary of Mary. Mary is reputed to have landed here in a boat and the large rock you see sticking up is said to have been the boat's sail, which then petrified. Anyone who crawls all the way through the openings will be cured of many ailments. Whatever the truth if all if this, there is no dispute that it's an incredible place. Even a hyper-active person like me can sit and just enjoy the beauty for a long long time. It was a beautiful afternoon. </div>
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Unfortunately, the church was struck by lightening on Christmas Day last year and many priceless statues and artifacts burned. But reconstruction is underway. </div>
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Tomorrow is my last day of walking. Can't believe it. I hope that tomorrow, my fourth visit to the lighthouse at Finisterre, it will be clear so I can see the sunset. So far it's always been cloudy. If the weather holds, this could be my lucky year! </div>
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lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01408110321818832857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267250290820628518.post-88286448223365437022014-07-21T04:25:00.001-07:002014-07-31T16:24:53.996-07:00Pilgrim as lemmingToday's stage has an important point: at km 27, you must decide whether to go right and then walk 5 more km to Dumbria (and the next day to Muxia), or whether to go left and walk 11 more to Cee (and then the next day to Fisterre). Since I'm going to both places eventually, it didn't really matter which one I went to first, and I just decided to take the option that felt best when I got there. (Very unlike me to be so spontaneous!)<br />
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The day started out with a quick breakfast in the albergue</div>
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And then came many nice kms of Galician countryside. Even the eucalyptus and windmills look pretty in the mist:</div>
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(Point of information -- these groups of windmills are called parques eólicos, named after the Greek god of the wind, Aeolus. Pretty erudite, don't you think?)</div>
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After a couple of hours walking, the group of us that had set out at about the same time were spread out over a longish distance along a long, straight country road. The guy in the lead, French, turned and started muttering to me but I had no clue what he was saying. A few more minutes, and I realized I hadn't seen any arrows for a while, but I took comfort from the fact that there was someone in front of me and four behind me. At the next intersection, again no arrows, it became pretty clear we had missed something. So we stopped and waited for the rest to arrive. Consensus was clear-- we missed an arrow. The French guy just wanted to take a random left turn, the Spanish guy thought we should keep going till the next town and then figure it out, and the Spanish couple just stood their bemoaning their fate. The young Korean woman and I agreed the thing to do was to flag down a car and ask for help. Quite a few cars ignored our waves --would you stop for a bunch of shaggy wet pilgrims with flowing ponchos and walking sticks (did I mention it was raining?). </div>
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Finally a kind man stopped and told us we could get to our destination by staying on the highway, giving the Spanish guy a momentary triumph. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">But when pressed, he admitted he had no idea if it was the camino, but it was 12 more km on the side of the highway. The second car we managed to stop was a local who knew exactly where the camino was and informed us we had missed a turn-off about 1 1/2 or 2 k back. Grrrr. What's hard to understand is how so many people missed the big granite mojón taking us off the road. I guess when you see one or several people walking ahead of you, and you know they're going to the same place you are, you just forget to pay attention. Hence the lemming reference. </span></div>
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It was interesting to see everyone's reactions to the news that we should backtrack a few kms. For the Spanish couple, it was cause for more bemoaning, for the French guy, it was time to bolt away and make up lost time. For the Spanish guy, it was an example of how the camino is a reflection of real life, and he began to draw out in great detail the comparison between missing an arrow on the camino and missing something obvious in "real life." For me and my Korean friend, though, it was something much less profound -- just what we needed to make our decision between Muxia and Fisterre. With these extra kms added to our day's walk, we knew we'd be turning right at the split. </div>
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lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01408110321818832857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267250290820628518.post-77951185645170730662014-07-18T22:25:00.001-07:002014-07-31T16:08:35.143-07:00Leaving in the rainSo I am walking again. I arrived in Santiago on Thursday morning before 9 and went straight to the pilgrims office to see all my friends and to get my first colorful compostela (new version printed this year, and it's quite beautiful, resembling an illustrated medieval manuscript).<br />
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I spent Thursday and Friday mainly doing one of two things -- writing compostelas or buying olive oil to stuff into my duffel. Both activities are quite fun. </div>
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Since it's summer there are many more college age pilgrims, which adds a lot of spirit and fun lovingness to the camino. But there were plenty still walking in memory of someone or to fulfill a promise to the apostle. Though I didn't meet her, I heard of a young mom walking to fulfill a promise she made when her newborn was critically ill. Now the baby is 5 or 6 months old and the picture of health, so the mom walked while the dad and baby drove, making sure to meet up with mom for regular feedings. An 80 year old man walked in memory of his recently deceased wife and, as you might imagine, he was overcome with emotion in the pilgrims office. I wrote a compostela for a young woman who was born in my home town, and finally met a Camino Internet friend in person! Things like these made those days a lot of fun. </div>
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So I woke up at about 6:15 to the sound of thunder and a hard hard rain. Back to bed. Up at 7:15 and nothing had changed, but I dressed and packed and stored my duffel with its 8 liters of oil and two kilos of beans at the front desk. After breakfast, I have to admit it, since it was still raining hard, I asked if they had rooms available for tonight. Negative. So, with the option of bailing out of the walk gone, I just put on my pack and poncho and headed out. </div>
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After fourteen years of caminos, I have found the best boots and sock combination ever! Oh happy day! </div>
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I have walked by this very nice place on several occasions, and have had a few cafés or Kas de Limón on their terrace. But since I'm finishing out my "albergue-free camino" (not exactly true but pretty close) I decided to spend my last night about ten km from the cathedral in the Casa de Amancio.<br />
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lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01408110321818832857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267250290820628518.post-18451870439116837102014-07-13T11:07:00.001-07:002014-07-31T16:03:19.472-07:00In the town of PortomarinSince I had walked an extra bit yesterday, this morning I was pretty close to what would otherwise be a logical stopping point --Sarria, about 112 km from Santiago. Since you must walk 100 km to get the <span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">compostela (the certificate that says you've "done it") Sarria is a hugely popular starting point. As I walked through the town around 9:30 this morning (having last done it in 2005, I think), I counted 19 albergues, but later saw a list that says there are 24. It has been a town that lives off pilgrims. The beautiful old quarter is nothing but pilgrim business. </span><br />
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lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01408110321818832857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267250290820628518.post-3788831160108595462014-07-10T08:37:00.001-07:002014-07-31T16:01:12.433-07:00Day one on the Camino FrancésWell at the last minute I almost veered off onto the Camino de Invierno but decided to stick with the Francés. It's been almost ten years since I've been on this part of the Camino and the changes are obvious and sort of what I expected to find knowing how exponentially pilgrim traffic has grown. Bars, hotels, pilgrim ads everywhere. During almost the entire 24 kms between Ponferrada and Villafranca del Bierzo I had at least three pilgrims in sight ahead of me and the same behind me. And coming out of towns there always seems to be a bunch-up till everyone falls into their stride and we string out along the path. Always a cast of characters -- most are either young (20s) or my age (old) --and the US invasion is a reality.<br />
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lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01408110321818832857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267250290820628518.post-86533960159974167522014-07-07T07:07:00.001-07:002014-07-31T15:57:30.038-07:00My detour to Peñalba de SantiagoFor years I have wanted to walk to the tiny town of Peñalba de Santiago. It's lost in the mountains about 25 km from a town on the Camino Frances. Well this year it looks like I will get my wish! Yesterday my pal Rebekah drove up from her small town of Moratinos and we had a rendezvous in Ponferrada. This morning we set out in a walk to Las Puentes de Malpaso, which turned out to be a gorgeous walk up and over a few crests, over two Roman/medieval bridges and along waterfalls splashing into pools and then into the town of El Acebo, which is located on the Camino. From here tomorrow we'll have a walk through the mountains I see out the window of my B&B,<br />
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lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01408110321818832857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267250290820628518.post-27911997871754892552014-07-05T12:06:00.001-07:002014-07-31T15:56:30.295-07:00My last day on the Camino OlvidadoAs I walked into Ponferrada today, where I was going to join the flow of humanity that walks the Camino Francés, I was thinking a lot about the yellow arrow. The caminos are full of yellow arrows, we often take them for granted. But when you're walking alone on a camino that's pretty remote, the arrows have a much greater importance. In some cases, they keep you from getting lost. That's been true for me a number of times on this Camino.<br />
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And when one is missing in a crucial place, as it was for me at one point this morning, things get a little un-fun. There I was walking in the rain, no pink tracks on the gps, at a place where four unpaved roads converged. My written instructions were unclear, so I walked back a few minutes to a farmhouse hoping to see a human being and there he was! Crisis averted and a few more minutes along the trail and the arrows appeared again. </div>
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But more than that, the arrows have a great psychic benefit, especially when you're not walking with others. They are a sign of camaraderie, a message that you're not alone. The amazing power of a little bit of yellow paint!</div>
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So here I am in Ponferrada on my first rainy day. My boots have been great! In fact I'd say the best ever. And<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> sun is back in the forecast. Best of all, Rebekah is coming to walk with me for a few days. </span></div>
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lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01408110321818832857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267250290820628518.post-43982461038986213112014-07-05T02:58:00.001-07:002014-07-31T15:55:50.658-07:00From Quintana to CongostoOnce again I'm leaving one unknown little place and heading for another. It has been a continual source of gratitude that the people in these places have gone out of their way to help me find a bed for the night and food to eat as well. The mayor of Quintana told me there is interest in promoting the camino but an overarching structure of some kind is needed. Especially in places like this, so close to the Camino Frances, the people know what having lots of dirty sweaty pilgrims traipsing your town can mean in terms of revenue.<br />
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A p.s: I made it fine to Congosto and am in a lovely casa rural, whose owner just gave me the keys to the house and told me to leave what I wanted on the table. I have been bowled over by the kindness and generosity of the people along this Camino. I think things will change tomorrow as I join the Camino Francés and the hoards. </div>
lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01408110321818832857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267250290820628518.post-8537271878521454532014-07-05T02:44:00.001-07:002014-07-31T15:54:55.338-07:00From Fasgar to Quintana de Fuseros<div>
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Fasgar is at the end of a little country road, with a river running through it. It has 80+ houses, all of which will soon be filled for summer holidays. It's 11 km walking over the mountain to the next town, but more than 75 by car. Tomorrow I'll do that stretch myself. </div>
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First because the owners of the place where I spent the night in Pandorado inisted that I call them whenever I had a problem. They promised to come get me whenever, wherever. Second because a woman, known only to me as Rosi, who lives in a town of 8 people about 30 km from where I'm starting out, has offered to take me in for the night and to make sure I feel comfortable heading over the mountains alone the next day. And third, because for my next night, the owner of the casa rural (the only place to stay in that town) had told me that the casa is rented for the weekend but I was welcome to stay in their home.<br />
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All three of these things are decidedly not profit maximizing. Why would people do this for a stranger? Is this a camino thing or is this a Spain thing? Whatever it is, I am completely grateful.<br />
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The walk started out on a tiny country road, down to the little town of Omañuela, and then for a few kms I was just walking along a beautiful river, no towns, no people, no nothing. <br />
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For whatever reason when I woke up this morning I decided to continue with the camino Olvidado, no doubt having something to do with my "finish what you start" attitude. It had rained a LOT overnight and it was grey and gloomy when I woke up but by the time I unzipped my sleeping bag, my mind was made up. My pal Rebekah will meet me on Sunday in Ponferrada for a few days' walking and that's a great incentive. </div>
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By the end of today's long (33 km) day, it seems like I've put the coal world behind and have gotten into higher mountains. There was a lot of walking along the side of the road, but thankfully usually with a nice soft shoulder. Then there were occasions when the arrows pointed me off road and off I went only to find after ten or fifteen minutes walking that my path was blocked by some kind of fence or gate --and not one of those nice pilgrim- friendly gates you open and close behind you. No, most of these were pretty hostile "keep out" gates. But my friend Ender who has marked a lot of this route has told me that the gates are illegal and to just figure out how to get over or under them. Well today I had more than my share of fence maneuvering and found that I can squirm under most barbed wire fences (thank goodness for the washing machine at Casa Resthy tonight) and have even made it over a fence that warned me it would shock me but I survived. Not sure these talents will serve me well anywhere off the camino, however.<br />
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I did go through four or five small villages today and found pretty much the same thing on all of them. A large number of houses in ruins. Then a chunk of houses that have been beautifully restored but shut up tight. I've been told these are summer homes for the descendants of the original owners. And then there were always a few charmless but basically habitable places, frequently with the nice smell of a wood burning stove this morning, and that's where I can find a villager if I need help. </div>
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Despite all the rain over night and some pretty threatening clouds on and off during the day, once again no rain fell on me, so I am really lucky. The next two days are the highlight of this camino, lots of mountains, so I'm hoping my luck holds. </div>
lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01408110321818832857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267250290820628518.post-28890404378072923452014-07-01T07:02:00.001-07:002014-07-31T15:47:42.607-07:00Forging ahead into La RoblaOk yesterday was hard. It was my fifth day walking alone and it was starting to drain my spirits. But the magic of the camino -- first, while I was taking a boots-off break, my phone rang and it was Lee, a camino friend calling from Moixent on the Levante. Then Reb brought up a picnic from Moratinos and we had a good heart to heart, a short walk--totally what the doctor ordered to pick up my spirits. And then the icing on the cake, Ender and wife drove around the mountains for a visit. It was wonderful.<br />
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Though I'm walking alone I find that villagers are usually happy to talk for a while while I rest. And today I had a call from another peregrina who's currently walking the camino I walked last year. She says it's very hot-- not up here, thankfully. In fact I almost dug out my wool gloves today when I started walking because it was very chilly. </div>
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lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01408110321818832857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267250290820628518.post-9494870809596781322014-06-29T05:28:00.001-07:002014-07-31T15:48:04.222-07:00Into CistiernaI have walked into the sad town of Cistierna before, when I was walking a more north to south camino, the Vadiniense. It wasn't much of a walk that day. But today! Coming in from the west through the mountains was one of those five star, top ten days. Cistierna is still a sad little town, but I know now that it is but a few kms from some incredible mountain scenery.<br />
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There were a couple of little detours to a small monastery in ruins (never found it) and to a big piece of Roman road so I took my time knowing that my destination didn't have much charm waiting at the end of the road. </div>
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I also spent about 45 minutes standing and patiently waiting for the huge growling barking dog to go up the mountain with his sheep. </div>
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Though this town has an albergue I opted for the 25 euro room at the Hostal Moderno where I ate a fabulous meal last time I was through. Good thing I did, too because I needed some help getting a tick out of my back. Two I was able to tweeze out myself but not that third one! Lots of ticks this year because of the wet mild winter. I have never had a tick on any camino ever and now I have a few a day. In fact, yesterday after a quick walk around I looked in the mirror and saw one on my face! </div>
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Off to what smells like it's going to be a great Sunday dinner! </div>
lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01408110321818832857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267250290820628518.post-6732925338316957192014-06-29T05:16:00.001-07:002014-06-29T05:16:28.461-07:00In La VelillaToday started out rather grim. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9x7kJbdu_i8kQe377aFvt8uXdf6964dQXS8IHyGf4m28NYvHFx8SNKxdXCi9w-6ZdQGKhCaq-wAOKt8bYRNpDAWm6z3ic2EKdg9R0FawA1VSup-aGvTqXQEakd-cya2vipC5fv-aAi24/s640/blogger-image--1447340367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9x7kJbdu_i8kQe377aFvt8uXdf6964dQXS8IHyGf4m28NYvHFx8SNKxdXCi9w-6ZdQGKhCaq-wAOKt8bYRNpDAWm6z3ic2EKdg9R0FawA1VSup-aGvTqXQEakd-cya2vipC5fv-aAi24/s640/blogger-image--1447340367.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div><br></div><div>7 km alongside a regional road. Not much traffic but not much beauty either. But in La Espina things took a turn for the better. Newly marked off road alternatives took me down to Puente de Almuhey, from there more off road tracks along the Tuejar River and by 1pm, just as it was starting to sprinkle, I made it to my destination --a nice casa rural next to the old Velilla church with a big old statue of Santiago in case anyone doubts the authenticity of this route. </div><div><br></div><div>After a big loud thunderstorm the sun came out and I decided to visit the little town next door -- not much going on except cows lying in the streets and men sitting on the stoop. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4W1RkIBRIT8XLAqxcvhTt-UmITLyTlXbG_z5q7QXNSjuneUz2gZ0kWp-EZHR_UxHReEFvx7SkRHgsj16XqdnNUYIVmIDh0jX74VCa3DiboQBcLPXHGpXmd95rkr5F8wI1iu8fbFbhfI/s640/blogger-image-258088502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4W1RkIBRIT8XLAqxcvhTt-UmITLyTlXbG_z5q7QXNSjuneUz2gZ0kWp-EZHR_UxHReEFvx7SkRHgsj16XqdnNUYIVmIDh0jX74VCa3DiboQBcLPXHGpXmd95rkr5F8wI1iu8fbFbhfI/s640/blogger-image-258088502.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>But then came the big surprise. I decided to start up tomorrow's path and after a km or two, this is where I was: </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr-z7ZrM7hwXtOJllq0p-fnJJoMrQ4p8yUTXi9pLWTMObOZcJmIfQ_aOGlbM7FNnGdBLetBy0JyloSgm3C7sFkOM9o6TDPrcQr8T7OxTW1Tevvz9Buh8bjIewzYSv64asn7NUSA9X6vSk/s640/blogger-image--407461839.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr-z7ZrM7hwXtOJllq0p-fnJJoMrQ4p8yUTXi9pLWTMObOZcJmIfQ_aOGlbM7FNnGdBLetBy0JyloSgm3C7sFkOM9o6TDPrcQr8T7OxTW1Tevvz9Buh8bjIewzYSv64asn7NUSA9X6vSk/s640/blogger-image--407461839.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Amazing -- and I get to go back tomorrow! </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01408110321818832857noreply@blogger.com0