• Colina de Arriba to Puerto del Palo

      Вчера, Испания ⋅ ⛅ 32 °C

      We did it! We’re done walking!

      Poor Charlie had another bad night sleeping. But he was a trooper and got up and had breakfast. A little before eight, and we were on the way up. It was a tough walk, but once we got to the top of the first ascent, Charlie seemed to take off. He stopped only when he had to navigate around a horse or a cow.

      It was a sunny day, with a nice breeze, and we didn’t mind the temperature at all. When we got to the Puerto Del Palo, we were done. I know that Charlie was very glad to stop walking, but I hope he realizes what a great job he did and how he should feel like he really nailed it! I am going to wait a little while to ask him if he would like to try a longer Camino next time😀😀.

      We had a taxi take us down to Pola De Allande, where we met Antonio. Antonio had essentially been David’s boss 20 years ago when David came as an English language assistant in the high school in Cangas del Narcea.

      After lunch in the Allandesa (local restaurant/hotel of great renown), we went up to António’s little town of Celón. I learned the legend of the local Romanesque Church. Years ago, a serpent was eating the remains of all of the people buried in the crypt. No one could figure out how to kill this serpent. A pilgrim passing through asked a neighbor to cook a rosquilla (circular bread). He put the warm bread next to the hole where the serpent had descended, and the smell lured it out. He promptly killed it and was so admired by the locals that they put a sculpture commemorating his feat in the wall of the church.

      In Antonio’s house, the first order of business was to ask Antonio’s wife to remove a tick from the back of my ear, which she expertly did. We met many members of his family, including his sister Carmen. She had married a member of the Longoria family and was living in the Palacio de los Longoria. If you know about CNN’s show on Spanish cuisine, Carmen is probably the only non-chef in the series. She told me she just made her fabada the way she always does, and that Eva Longoria was extremely personable and encouraging. It was the 25 member camera crew and all the other staff that had her kind of freaked out!

      From there, Antonio took us down to Cangas del Narcea, the town where David had spent a year working in the high school. It is HOT here - way out of whack in a place where the temperature rarely goes above 80°F.

      We have taken a walk around town and went back to the dorm-like place where David lived (for students from small towns in the area who were too far away for a daily bus, and also for teachers who came to teach during the week and then went back to Oviedo on the weekend).

      We’re planning to meet Antonio for a light supper. We have a 6:30 departure from Cangas tomorrow.
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    • Tineo to Colinas de Arriba

      28 июня, Испания ⋅ ⛅ 27 °C

      The weather predictions were dire. In the 90s Fahrenheit for today. And we knew that there was a lot of elevation and no services for the first 13 km. But we brought a lot of water and took a lot of rests, and we were fine.

      Charlie didn’t have a great night sleep-wise, so he slept in a little. We were on the road shortly after 8:00, and it was another beautiful off-road walk. We were so grateful for all the shade, and the occasional sunny road stretch was penitential. The views all around were beautiful.

      We had a long break in Campiello, home of Herminia’s empire. She wasn’t working, but her husband (?) was behind the bar. He was kind of grumpy but softened up when I told him I had stayed at Herminia’s albergue in 2009. I told him I remembered the breakfast vividly — piles of crusty thick bread slices, fried in oil, and served with several big jars of homemade preserves. I didn’t tell him that when I first saw it, I thought it looked gross. But it was absolutely delicious. Sadly, he told me that they stopped serving that breakfast years ago. Just too much work, he said. Today they have a bigger albergue, a Casa Rural, a bar, and grocery store. They also own the local grass bowling court, but I don’t think that takes much work What a shame about the fried bread— it was really terrific.

      From Campiello, it was about 6 more kilometers. Those were hard, it was really hot, there were a couple hundred meters of ascent, and there were some stretches on the side of a sunny road. We got to Colinas de Arriba at about 3, where I had reserved a 3-bed apartment. It has an equipped kitchen, but who wants to carry food for 6 km in 92 F/ 33C heat?! I wanted Charlie to at least see an albergue, and there is a nice one here. We are going to have a communal dinner, which will also be nice.
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    • Salas to Tineo

      28 июня, Испания ⋅ ☀️ 29 °C

      I knew we would have only three days to walk, so I thought long and hard about which pieces to pick. We want to get close to Pola de Allande on our last day, to see another good friend of David’s, and I’m hoping we can walk Hospitales. So it just made sense to skip ahead from Oviedo and start a few days in. And Gronze agreed with me, giving this description to the stage we just walked today: “Primera de las tres etapas que definen el carácter y esencia del Camino Primitivo.”

      We took a taxi to Salas, had a coffee, and off (or more accurately, up) we went a little after eight. It’s really a beautiful walk. Classic hilly, green Asturian countryside, frequently with the mountains in the background.

      I am so proud of Charlie and so happy with how well this first day went. There were a few mild complaints when we started out, but he quickly got into the flow and only said he was going to die about four times, but always in jest. He’s never done anything like this, and it wasn’t always easy, but we had a great walk. 21 km may not sound like much to my hard-core Camino friends, but with about 650 m elevation gain, it was not a walk in the park. Luckily virtually all of this stage is off-road, and a huge majority was shaded.

      I had predicted a 4 PM arrival, and I was way off. We were checking in to the hotel at a little after 2:30. We had stopped for a drink in La Espina, and then a couple of hours later took a lunch break with some sandwiches we had bought there. Lots of water was consumed, because it is hot.

      There is a medieval festival out in the main Square. I don’t think we will be partaking of many of the festivities, but there should be some good food around.
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    • To the coast

      27 июня, Испания ⋅ ⛅ 23 °C

      Yesterday both David and I got to join up with old friends. For me, it was Helena, whom I originally met in Lisbon in, I think, 2009. She has since moved to Oviedo and even though I see her about once every five years, it’s always wonderful to reconnect. And David was able to see a good friend from the year he lived in the dorm here in Oviedo as a junior in college

      Today we decided to take Charlie up to the coast—the Asturian coast is just stunningly beautiful, and it was a sunny cloudless morning. We went first to the Playa del Silencio and Cabo Vidio, both with just gorgeous coastal views. And then we spent a few hours in Cudillero, eating lunch and walking around this picture postcard town.

      How could I go to Oviedo and not visit the churches in Naranco?! Since they were open till 7:00, I hightailed it up there as soon as we got back to town. It was really hot, a harbinger of things to come in the next few days, I’m afraid. But visiting the churches, as always, is such a beautiful treat — how often do you get to stand inside buildings from the 600s? One was a palace originally, and there is a lot they don’t know about what went on there. I spent about an hour between the two places, and then walked as fast as I could back to town. Charlie needed a couple of items for the Camino – hat, sunglasses, sunscreen. We’ve got all that, we’re packing up our bags, and we will be out of here tomorrow morning.

      Unfortunately, it’s going to be very hot. But we will deal with it!
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    • To Oviedo

      26 июня, Испания ⋅ ☀️ 20 °C

      Yesterday, as we were walking around the city, I came across a restaurant that I had been unable to find the week before. I remembered it as a place with varied food, nothing gourmet, but a very nice atmosphere. There are about six of these restaurants scattered around Madrid, Lamucca. I had a Poké bowl, Charlie had a pizza, and David had some sort of stuffed pasta. Not very Spanish, you might say, but we started with a great serving of patatas bravas and some very authentic croquetas de jamón. After dinner, we walked back to the Plaza Santa Ana, which is where David and Shannon got engaged. Unfortunately the square is under construction, but the cafés were up and running, and the saxophone busker was happily doing his thing. Still blue sky at 10 PM!

      The day started out with a taxi to the train station. This station is undergoing massive renovations, but we somehow happily landed in the right departure point. Our destination was Oviedo, “starting point” for the Camino Primitivo. It’s also the city where David spent a year as an undergraduate, and the home of one of my dearest Camino friends. A good destination in so many ways.

      Although we weren’t on the fastest train, our Alvia did go through the controversial Pajares Tunnel. It connects León to Oviedo through the mountains (which all Salvador pilgrims love), but it has had some horrible environmental impacts on the towns on the León side. For reasons that I don’t understand, the engineering of this tunnel has altered the flow of water, so that many towns are losing their aquifers. Here’s an article from the Spanish press in case you’re interested in the geology of it. https://www.lanuevacronica.com/opinion/adif-agu…

      We arrived in time in Oviedo, checked into our hotel, and then headed out on a tour of the town

      First stop —David’s dorm, the San Gregorio, where the recepcionista remembrad David. Then we headed over to the beautiful Parque de Invierno, where unfortunately the mountains were covered in clouds. Then Charlie’s first cachopo.

      After lunch, we went around the old town, got Charles credential, stamped at the cathedral, and saw some of the many statues that are all over the city. Time for a rest and hoping to see some good friends soon.
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    • Back to Spain!

      24 июня, Соединенные Штаты ⋅ 🌙 28 °C

      Going home was definitely the right thing to do. Even though the doctors had said there was no need for me to come home, I really just felt I had to go. I was able to spend a lot of time with the staff at the facility, and with Joe, of course, and we’ve made some changes that will greatly reduce the risk of future falls. Aside from the bruises, Joe is fine and in good spirits. He knows this will be a much shorter trip and was not upset.

      Ending my Camino early was of course sad, but not really a big deal. As all my Camino friends have said, the Camino is not going anywhere, and it’ll be there when I’m ready to head back. The much bigger deal was having to cancel my plans to meet up with David and Charlie. That was just tremendously sad. And so, I started to think… Why not head back and meet up with them? Joe is fine, his situation is much improved, and how many times do you get to travel in Spain with your son and grandson?

      So I did it, bought a ticket. With three days advance notice, there wasn’t much in the way of choices. Middle seat, 35 minutes connection in O’Hare. I figured that if I didn’t make the connection, they would have to find a way to get me there.

      But everything worked miraculously well, and by 9 AM I was in the hotel with the receptionist calling to wake up the sleepy guys. We had a quick breakfast and headed off to the Prado. I took a Spanish art history class in Madrid in 1970 when I was a junior in college, and we met once a week with our tutor in the museum. I still remember where all my favorite paintings are (they have moved some of the Goya’s). The Velazquez rooms are still spectacular, and I always have to make a stop at the display of paintings from San Baudelio de Berlanga, the frescoes that started my love of Romanesque, and which the professor used to introduce us to the Camino. (Clare and I visited the church with a quick detour off the Lana a few years ago). Pictures are prohibited in the chapel re-creation , but the guard let me take a picture of the rendition of how the church probably looked back in the day. Lots of good memories in that little chapel—from junior year abroad to Lana 2023!

      Charlie is working through jet lag, so after the Prado he took a little nap. That gave me the time to get back into the the pilgrim routine and wash my clothes! I am thankful that no one in this hotel gives me a second look when I come bouncing in in my hiking pants and ex officio shirt.

      After the nap, we had sandwiches at Rodilla (still going strong from the 1970s) and took a long walk—Sol, Gran Vía, Fuencarral, Colón, and over to our old apartment on General Diaz Porlier. We ended with a cold drink on the terrace of Palacio de Cibeles—old post office turned into the Ayuntamiento/town hall.
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    • Solvitur Ambulando

      18 июня, Испания ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

      The last couple of days have illustrated for me that this over-used phrase is well applied to the Camino - walking along through rural Spain is the perfect place to make a decision. The other truism, this one from the world of dementia caregivers, is that I live in a land of bad choices.

      As I was leaving Vitoria two days ago, early in the morning, I learned that Joe had another incident and was back in the ER. They were waiting on results, and so I decided to keep on walking. As the results came in that everything checked out normal, I started to contemplate my choices. This was second trip to the ER since I’ve been here, and though I don’t feel he’s in imminent danger, I started to think that I should go home. I had a deep sense that I was not going to be able to put this behind me and carry on happily.

      The one thing really complicating the decision was that my son and one of his sons are coming to Spain on Sunday, the idea being that we would be together and walk on the Camino for a few days. Pulling out of that at the last minute was one of the saddest things I’ve ever done. But I just knew that I couldn’t keep on here, I have to go home.

      Yesterday I walked a short stage of about 20 K, wrestling with the decision the whole way. Pros and cons, risks and rewards, costs and benefits. No matter how I thought about staying, I just couldn’t get to a place that felt comfortable. When I talked to David this morning, I made it final. I walked today into a bigger town, Miranda De Ebro. I had a few hours so I took a walk around to see the Ebro River, the Romanesque church, and the site of a huge concentration camp for Republican prisoners during the Civil War. It was later used as a prison camp for Allied soldiers captured in France, and then later after the war, for German prisoners, apparently . The barracks have all been destroyed, but there are a few bits and pieces left. I thought it was a nice juxtaposition that all the land around the old site is now used for schools, and there were lots of happy, noisy children running all around.

      I am now on a train to Madrid.

      My head is kind of swirling, I’ve got a plane ticket for Friday, and I think this is the first time I’ve ever stopped walking without having already hatched an idea for my next Camino.
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    • To Vitoria-Gasteiz

      16 июня, Испания ⋅ ☀️ 25 °C

      It was a lovely morning for walking, not too hot with a little breeze. I went straight from the parador back to the Camino, rather than trying to figure out a shortcut. I have had some pretty bad luck with shortcuts, so why tempt fate.

      Every little village had a church. Some were originally Romanesque, and there were some beautiful exterior windows or columns around the door. Others had clearly been used in military defense, because the only windows were tiny and way up high, except for some of those slats that soldiers shot arrows through. I learned on my church tour that this entire area was constantly going back and forth between Navarra and Castilla. Castilla finally won out in the early 1500s.

      I met a man working in the fields this morning. He was surprised that I couldn’t identify the plant, and first told me it was acelgas (celery). He seemed dumbfounded that I would believe that, when in reality it was a huge field of beets (remolacha). They sell the whole crop to a company that makes sugar out of it. And then he added, “I don’t really care if they make sugar out of it or if they throw it in the ocean, as long as they buy it from me.” Though he had plenty of reason to be grouchy (he was lame, and had one bad arm), he cheerfully told me that he always had to go through the field after they applied the weed killers, because there were always some that escaped the spray. None of the young people in his family would ever deign to do something like this, so it was up to the “cojo anciano .”

      The entrance into the city is as uninspiring as I remembered it. Huge apartment blocks one after the other with nothing on the ground floor. I don’t understand this method of building. Spain knows how to make neighborhoods, by having stores and cafés on the ground level with apartments above them. Playgrounds interspersed. New construction like this just create a wasteland. But once you get past it, you are in a really nice city.

      I’m in the hotel that my Camino buddy Jenny recommended, the Nirea. Great location, and in fact it’s a stone’s throw from a pintxos place that another friend recommended to me, Perretxico.

      I have had a few hours walking around the old part of town and the more modern commercial district. There are a couple of museums I would like to visit, but it’s Monday! I’ve hunted down a few of the painted facades and walls that have become quite the tourist attraction and had some agua con gás on a pretty tree-lined pedestrian street. On a whim, I entered a noodle shop and had a very good meal. Spain is really branching out!

      I have some stage planning to do tonight. It looks like I will have an unavoidable 38K stage with a fair amount of elevation, so I think I’ll take a few slow days before that. And as luck would have it, another heat wave arrives tomorrow. Low 90s some days this week, yuck! But now, some pintxos before bed.
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    • 32 km to the parador

      14 июня, Испания ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

      I have VN to thank for pointing out that there is a
      parador just a few kilometers off this Camino. The logical stage today would be for me to walk into the very pretty city of Vitoria-Gasteiz, but I have to be there on a business day because of several errands — Vodafone store, buy some train tickets, see about some tick prevention. So stopping here will give me a very short day into the city tomorrow, Monday.

      I started out today by retracing my steps to the first church on yesterday’s tour, and then carrying on through several small towns. I met some señoras who had just picked up their bread from the delivery truck, and we chatted a bit. The sister of one of them lives in Los Angeles and has an undocumented caregiver, who is suffering very much with all of the chaos and cruelty. They told me they pray for the US and can’t understand how we have come to this. There’s really nothing to say.

      After going through several more small towns, I came to a turn-off to the church and monastery of Estibaliz. It is a beautiful Romanesque church, with a monastery. The Benedictines had been there for about 100 years, but recently left, and this order of very young nuns (originally from Colombia) moved in. The nuns are embroiled in a dispute with the government over who owns what. This means that the museum on the site is closed. My guide from yesterday told us that the nuns who occupy this site are extremists, worse than Opus Dei, he said. They are the Pilgrims of the Eucharist, but I haven’t found a whole lot about them. They do serve beer!
      https://www.reuters.com/world/europe/spain-nuns…

      From the church, I headed to the parador, which is in an old monastery. I had a very good learning session with Mapy, after adding a few kms onto my walk. But it was a great day for walking, with total cloud cover and expansive views in every direction. When I got to the Parador, I saw a sign pointing towards another Romanesque church. The woman at check-in said it was about 2 km away, so I dropped off my pack and headed out to see it. San Pedro Quilchano. It was a very nice walk, but the church was pretty much in ruins. There were two beautiful windows, but that was it. Oh well.

      The parador is very nice, and I had a good lunch in the restaurant, quite a contrast from where I was yesterday!

      https://www.wikiloc.com/hiking-trails/agurain-s…
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    • Rest day

      14 июня, Испания ⋅ ☁️ 18 °C

      The Alava (name of the province I’m in) Medieval Association gives tours on weekends to four rural churches in the area. They are all from the 12th and 13th century. Problem is, they do not provide transportation. Luckily, the first church on the list is 4 km outside of town, and I walked there with the hope that I would meet someone who would transport me the rest of the way.

      And as I had suspected, it was not a problem. Not only did they take me from church to church, but they also drove out of their way to take me back to the town where I’m staying after the tour was done.

      And the guide was great— a history teacher during the week and a medieval tour guide on the weekends. It really was a very fascinating visit.

      The first church was St. Martin de Tours, with some very well preserved Gothic frescoes. Many of the standard Bible stories are reproduced, including the crucifixion, annunciation, visitation, etc. There are also some scenes of Santa Marina putting chains on the devil, along with a depiction of judgment day.

      The most interesting church was the next one, Alaitza. I’ve never seen anything like it. 13th century paintings all over the altar area without one religious connotation. And the paintings look more like some cave drawings I’ve seen than medieval European art! The theory is that this was a privately owned church for its first couple of centuries, and for whatever reason the owners wanted to put in scenes of typical male activities and typical female activities. The males were doing things like hunting, fighting, and dying in battle, while the women were going to visit friends who had just had a baby, preparing a funeral, giving birth. Like many of the ancient frescoes that survive, these were hidden behind a big altarpiece until the 1960s. They are very well preserved.

      The next two churches were interesting more for their architectural features than their paintings. Anua had some beautiful windows with capitals, and Arbulo was actually a medieval fortress converted to church once the Moors were beaten back.

      There is a big outdoor concert going on a few blocks away, so I’m sure it’s going to be an earplugs night!
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