What, you may well ask, do Resilience and a letterbox have in common? Well, funny you should ask! It all happened last Friday night …………. but I only discovered that something had happened on Saturday morning when I went to Continue reading Resilience and a Letterbox
It was Day 39, I was heading towards Santiago, actually facing it now and I was going to walk through 4 dying villages and actively avoid some unexpected bible bashing by walking an extra 6 ks to escape it. (As Continue reading Day 39 – Dying Villages, Bible Bashing & that extra 6 ks!
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 Day 33 and I ended up walking 26 ks to Zamora! I thought I might stop after a mere 13 ks and spend the night in Villaneuva de Campean but no! I walked straight through to the next Continue reading Days 33 & 34 – 26 ks to Zamora!
How does a Camino Pilgrim turn into a rampant couch potato? How can she? How very dare she? I did, I have, I’m guilty as charged. Yes, I walked 850 kilometres of the 970 ks from Seville to Santiago de Continue reading How a Camino Pilgrim Turns Into a Couch Potato
It was Day 31 – I was fresh after 3 days in Salamanca and I opted to do a gentle, (lazy, let’s face it) 15 ks to Calzada de Valdunciel Spain. (Well not really lazy, more hesitant – I Continue reading Day 31 – 15 Ks to Calzada de Valdunciel Spain!
It was the fateful Day 27 which went pear-shaped and I ended up in Salamanca a day early in a glamorous hotel because I COULD! Here’s how it happened. And believe me, THIS day was a true Comedy of Errors! Continue reading Day 27 – Over Pear-Shaped Mountains to Salamanca
It was Day 25, the 28th of September, a Sunday and I was on my way to Calzada de Bejar. Bogdan took the pic of me (previous post) as we left together with one or two other male pilgrims, but Continue reading Day 25 – Sept 28, Sunday – Calzada de Bejar
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!