Ok – it was Day 43 – I was a bit over the whole Galician rain thing and this little crap pilgrim decided to take a taxi. (Generally, pilgrims don’t like taking taxis – I didn’t – but sometimes needs Continue reading Day 43 – Crap Pilgrim Takes Taxi!
It was either Day 42 or 43 – I’m pretty sure I spent 2 days in Sanabria but it turns out I was on my way to discovering that Basil Fawlty is alive & well in Padornelo! (Let’s remember that Continue reading Day 42 – Basil Fawlty is alive & well in Padornelo!
On the 14th of October I walked into Puebla de Sanabria and checked into the Hostal La Trucha where I would be entertained that night with a beautiful lovers’ tango. Who knew? Anyway – I haven’t written much of anything Continue reading Day 41 – Tango in Sanabria
Who would have guessed that I left my heart in Santa Croya? From Tabara, home of the best flan in rural Spain, to Santa Croya, facing west!, is 22 kilometres. And I set off in the morning of a bright Continue reading Day 38 – I left my heart in Santa Croya!
It was the morning of Day 32 and I was off to El Cubo del Vino – my kinda town (cue Frank singing Chicago!) Now despite the fact that, you’ll agree, I was personally becoming a hip-hop-and-happening peregrina, having walked Continue reading Day 32 – El Cubo del Vino (my kinda town!)
Day 23 dawned (round 9-ish) and I finally headed off for the famed and illustrated Caparra Arch and some naughty ks in a taxi from there to Jarilla and the roadside Hostal Asturias, following Elena’s map and advice. The walk Continue reading Day 23 – The Caparra Arch & Jarilla
Morning in Rio Lobos and 22 kilometres to my next pueblo, Carcaboso, stretched before me. My television consumption up to this point consisted of the following movies seen in Spanish: a doco on Marlon Brando, Dirty Dancing, lots of CSI, Continue reading Day 22 – Carcaboso or Bust!
Well, folks, another odd encounter with yet another pilgrim was mine the next morning after we caught a taxi to Caceres. Sigh… It was the morning after my evening with Elvis! I slept awfully. It was raining a lot of Continue reading Day 17 – Another Odd Encounter & Caceres by Taxi
It took me 11 days to get the hang of being on the Camino, amigas. On the 16th September I got up in Merida, decided to wear the other shoes I’d brought with me – the Hi-Tecs and they fitted comfortably Continue reading Day 14 – On To Aljucen, all by myself!
Day 11 continued to be an epic afternoon and evening in Torremejia once I’d arrived at the convent/hostal after around 9 hours of walking. You’ll recall, Gentle Reader, that in the previous post I’d just arrived, by hook, crook and Continue reading Day 11- Not Walking, Screaming at Torremejia