Not Long to go
2月15日, オーストラリア ⋅ ☀️ 31 °C
My Camino 🩷
For many, many years, I’ve had the Camino on my mind. During a really shitty time in my life, I watched the movie ‘The Way’ and something about it stayed with me. To me, it looked like freedom, space, simplicity and the chance to breathe again.
And now, 15 years later, it’s becoming a reality.
In just under 2 weeks I’ll begin walking across France and Spain, carrying far less than I normally do, both physically and emotionally. I honestly don’t know exactly what I’ll find out there, but I think that’s part of the magic of it.
I hope you enjoy following my Camino. I’m looking forward to sharing the people I meet, the things I see, the thoughts I think, and I’m sure, every emotion in between throughout this next month.
See you all on the flip side 🩷もっと詳しく
3 more sleeps
5月16日, オーストラリア ⋅ 🌙 18 °C
I finished up at work yesterday for 5 weeks - feels a bit unreal.
I hit a bit of a brick wall this week.
Months of training walks, anticipation, organising and preparing and I think it all finally caught up with me. My body made me rest.
I’ve hardly walked this week and only made it to one gym session but I know I needed it.
I’ve got my luggage sorted and it’s probably a little heavier than I’d hoped. In saying that, I’m only carrying a day pack and my luggage is transferred each day but I still don’t want to overpack because there’s still train stations, staircases and plenty of lugging involved after walking up to 30km some days.
Last night I was running around like a mad woman trying to get organised and slipped on the dog bed and hit the deck pretty hard. Jarred my neck, hurt my foot and took it as the universe telling me to slow the fk down.
The funny thing is, underneath all the organising and chaos, I’m feeling really excited.
The thought of waking up each day with nothing to do except walk, eat, sleep and repeat honestly feels so exciting to me.
No constant noise, no rushing, just me - letting go
Walking, fresh air, little villages, curious sights, conversations, new places, cows wearing bells around their necks, greeting people with Buen Camino (Bon Camino)!
And some much needed space in my own head. Xもっと詳しく
Paris - after what felt like forever
5月19日, フランス ⋅ ⛅ 15 °C
After 24 hours in transit to get from Melbourne to Paris, I’m finally here in my gorgeous little accommodation. It’s tiny. Lucky it’s only me because if Greg and I were both here, it might be a bit of a tight squeeze.
Everything getting here went smoothly. Got through the airport, jumped in a taxi, no worries. It was a fixed price to my accommodation.
When we pulled into this neighbourhood where I’m staying right near Notre Dame, we drove down this tight little laneway that was absolutely alive. It was buzzing. People everywhere, lights, conversation, energy. It felt really exciting. It’s 11 o’clock at night here though, so I’m going to bed. I was so tempted to go straight out and explore, but I need to try and get my body clock in sync.
On the flight from Singapore to Paris, there was this beautiful older silver-haired woman sitting behind me. We’d had a few little chats during the flight, nothing huge, just brief conversations here and there. As we were walking off the plane, she noticed my backpack and said, “Oh, are you off walking?” I said, “Yeah, I’m off to do the Camino.” She smiled and said, “You lucky, lucky girl.” Then she told me that ten years ago, when she was 70, she decided she wanted to do it too, so she did the last 120 kilometres. She said one of the best parts for her was the anonymity of it all. Not owing anything to anybody. Having conversations when you felt like it. Doing your own thing. She said after years of accommodating others and being responsible, as you are when you’re a mother, a friend, a daughter, a sister, everything really, there was something so freeing about just being there to look after herself. Not in a selfish way. More in a way of recognising where she was at in her life. And I think that feeling is probably more common than we realise. Maybe particularly at this stage of life. That yearning for a bit of time on your own. Not to escape your life, but to reconnect with yourself within it. It was a beautiful conversation to begin this trip with. And I’m pretty happy to be here.もっと詳しく
A couple of Parisian Days
5月21日, フランス ⋅ ☀️ 23 °C
2 days in Paris, body clock still on Wangaratta time, minimal sleep. I feel like I’ve been lost for about 80% of the time but it doesn’t really matter. You can only get the shits with yourself when you’re riding solo.
Lots of sirens, runners and smokers, and very few public toilets. I’ve met people who know people that I know and had lunch with my new friend Liz from Ireland.
It’s beautiful x
Things I’ve done in two days
Notre Dame - where I accidentally got caught in a mass and had to stay the distance
Parisian breakfast
Eiffel Tower
Shakespeare and Co
Perfume workshop
Lots of pastry even though it gives me indigestion
Sofa bed is stuck out and I can’t get it back in
Bathroom sink plug is stuck down
Tour of Montmartre
Hop on hop off bus and just did laps of the city without hopping off
Gelato
50,000 steps in two days
Tomorrow I meet my Camino group for the beginning of the real adventure.もっと詳しく
Au Revoir Paris
5月23日, フランス ⋅ ☁️ 15 °C
3 full days in Paris and I’m ready to move on
I think I did pretty well in a short time and I’m exhausted from being a tourist - looking at maps, taking photos, working out where to eat, being vigilant, the pickpockets are very opportunistic in Paris.
It’s been a dream though, I’ve managed to get the first really good weather in Paris this spring so everybody was out being their most Parisienne, droves of people picnicking riverside on The Seine, sunbathing in parks, the atmosphere is busy but really good. I love how at the eateries they sit the sets in rows like on a bus and everybody faces outward to people watch - it’s so clever.
I met my Camino group yesterday, they were all exhausted after a long haul flight, we did a couple of tours, one on foot, one on bike - I love a bike ride there’s something pretty special about exploring somewhere you’ve never been before on a bike. In saying that it was fecking insane on those roads, no helmets required and you just need to trust that the drivers are doing the right thing because I had no idea what I was doing, I’m flat out riding on the roads in Wang!! The bikes had names on the handlebars - mine was Krusty Crab 🤪
Today we hop in a train and travel 6 hours to St Jean Pied de Port to begin our Camino tomorrow. I’m excited but frightenedもっと詳しく
Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port
5月23日, フランス ⋅ ⛅ 27 °C
We left Paris yesterday on a fast train. It may have been fast, but it was also packed, and a big group of Aussies trying to get up a narrow aisle to the very back with luggage was an experience to say the least.
It was a fun trip to St Jean Pied de Port, everybody in good spirits and lots of laughs. We changed trains for the final leg of the journey and it was more interesting than the first leg. Mostly standing room, but no fear of losing balance because we were so jam packed you couldn’t move. Hot and sweaty and smelly 🤢
I actually thought we started today so it was a lovely surprise that we had a day here, there’s been lots of jokes on me!
I had two rather tipsy phone calls from my boys during the train trip, which was lovely. The time difference means they can ring me after a night on the booze and I’m up for a chat xx
St Jean is the official starting point of The Camino Francés, and I didn’t expect it to be so beautiful. Surrounded by lush mountains, steep cobblestone paths, a beautiful river, archways, churches and gorgeous old buildings. I’m so glad I got my new phone before I left, it takes the most beautiful photos.
I know solo travel was the aim of this trip, but I do have moments where I miss sharing things with my people.
Beautiful accommodation, a quick dinner and a bath followed by a walk outside to watch the sunset. I could hear music from a nearby church and walked into a joyous choir singing California Dreaming - that was pretty cool. I’m still only getting about 6 hours sleep and I hope this settles down for me soon.
Today we were up and at breakfast at 8am. I do love a French pastry or two.
Meagan, one of my walking buddies, and I walked up a very steep staircase to look out over the old town. It started my heart racing and made me wonder how I’m going to go with it all.
Wandered around the streets and we got to witness a surprise reunion between one of our group members and his daughter, he had come to surprise his daughter and walk the Camino with her, tears all round
This afternoon we collect our Pilgrims Passport, stamped at each town along our journey. We also collect a scallop shell to tie to our backpacks as pilgrims.
I’ve just had a swim and I’ll head back soon to pack my daypack for tomorrow. It’s unprecedentedly hot for this time of year, but anything can happen in the Alps, so you need to prepare for everything.
I’m excited. I’m still running on adrenaline post Paris. I’m nervous for tomorrow, but in a good way. I’m know it’s going to be challenging, but I’ve given birth. I’ve done hard things before 🩷もっと詳しく
I did it 🙌🩷
5月25日, スペイン ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C
Today was tough and a bit relentless at times - not tough like childbirth. A huge mental and physical challenge for me nonetheless
6am start, another shit nights sleep and I couldn’t find my glasses so I started the day a bit frazzled.
We walked out together, the sunrise was magical and clear blue skies, considering it was snowing 10 days ago we were lucky, some days there is zero visibility and you miss all of the scenery.
I saw a Donkey early in the show, how can you not smile at an Ass?
The walk from St Jean to Orisson was really hard and around 8km straight up
At this point I questioned whether I could do almost 30km. We stopped there for an OJ and one of my walking friends Anna shared a slice of Basque Cake with me. We chatted with Jerry from Edinburgh, he was walking his third Camino. His wife loved the concept of the Camino but held no desire to walk it.
The views were beyond spectacular and we aced a beautiful clear day, we did have to deal with wind, it almost blew me over a couple of times and I’m not exaggerating, it dried the sweat though and on a pretty hot day it probably did us a favour really.
A little roadside stop sold boiled eggs and electrolyte drinks, I think I paid 4 euro for an egg and a drink, he has a sign that said 1 more Km uphill, 5km flat and then a 5km descent - he lied, there were lots more uphills
I also got my first Camino stamp here,
as part of the Camino you get a Pilgrims Passport and a Scallop shell to hang from your backpack - the shell has been blessed. Each day you are required to get two stamps to prove you have walked the distance and not just rocked up at the end for the glory
As we walked on there were some challenging times but I felt like once I got back on the flat I recovered quite well.
The highlight of my day was the horses along the way, beautiful horses and foals with cow bells around their necks, the sound was pretty enchanting high up in the Pyrenees.
We crossed into Spain not long after lunch and it’s very unremarkable considering you are entering a new country, basically a cattle grid.
I asked a fellow walker if it was the border and he wasn’t happy for some reason and Maurie (another one of my walking buddies) got a fair serve in French, we just nodded and smiled and this made him angrier! I thought people walking the Camino were meant to be happy!
The descent into Roncesvalles was pretty relentless, felt like forever but I have arrived, I’m exhausted but also really proud that I conquered the Pyrenees, it’s been on my mind for months and I did it.
Up to my room and opened my suitcase and my protein water powder has burst through my luggage, it’s a sticky powder so I will now in utter exhaustion deal with that shit before I head to dinner and then the Pilgrams Mass which sounds pretty special even to me as a non church goer
Buen Camino xxxもっと詳しく
Roncesvalles to Zubiri 23ish Km’s
5月26日, スペイン ⋅ ☀️ 15 °C
Day two from Roncesvalles to Zubiri
23km and beautiful weather
A 7am buffet breakfast where I may have pocketed a few snacks for the road
A beautiful walk out and some pics in front of the iconic Santiago Compostela sign, covered in stickers now.
We soon wandered into the ‘witches forest’ where it’s believed that is where they all hung out to perform their rituals and magic in years gone by, it was dark and green and I loved it - an enchanted forest feel.
Today’s walk was really pretty, a lot of shade along the way, the Spanish villages are so different to our aesthetic in Australia with most buildings looking a bit similar.
I had just got used to the Bonjour in France, I kept getting it mixed up with Merci ! Now we are into Gracias territory and I’m still saying Bounjour!
My body pulled up surprisingly well, after yesterday and my fatigue was more from lack of sleep than anything else.
I walked quite a bit of today alone which was nice just to take my time, or feel like I was holding anybody up when I stopped to take photos, it was peaceful. I passed people throughout the day greeting them with a ‘Buen Camino’ I didn’t really have any conversations of substance just went along my merry way. It’s nice not to feel like you have to engage.
It’s funny at home I have a need to be listening to a podcast or music when I go for my walks, I haven’t even thought of it here - I guess it’s new and exciting territory.
We ended the day coming into zubiri, it was a really steep descent and my feet were sore. The most beautiful freshwater stream greeted us so it was shoes and socks off and weary feet into the cold water. We watched a group of young South Korean men entertaining a dog or maybe the dog was entertaining them - nice way to end Day 2.
Two sweet young Spanish girls asked us if they could interview us about our Camino - they asked our names, ages, where we were from and a few questions about why we were here, their English was really good considering how bad my Spanish is.
We have a masseuse in our group who just spent half an hour massaging my feet and calves, how’s that for luck?
Tomorrow night we hit Pamplona, no running of the bulls at this time of year. A couple of our group are ducking off tomorrow night to head to San Sebastián (about 1 hr 20 minutes away). Zach Bryan is playing a concert there and clearly the Spanish aren’t as into him as us Aussies because there’s tickets left and good tickets too.
I was so tempted but I’m flat out doing the walking day after day without adding a late night concert to it - time to grow up Gabby x
Oh and fun fact - it’s light until 9:30-10pm hard for little old me who likes to turn in at 8:30!もっと詳しく
Zubiri to Pamplona - No Bull Running 🙅🏻♀️
5月27日, スペイン ⋅ ☀️ 32 °C
Early morning wake up. I took a sleeping tablet last night and still didn’t sleep great, so I’ve decided I just have to be happy with the 6ish hours I’m getting at this stage and move on. Last night and today I’ve had my first pangs of homesickness. Missing my boys, but I’m ok.
I think it’s a combination of the novelty of the beginning of it all and backing it up each day. It was to be expected.
We left at about 6:30. Breakfast wasn’t being served until 7 and I was keen to get on the path early because it was going to be hot. It felt like a quick morning’s walk, really nice and cool. I did a combination of walking with others from my group and walking alone at times. I really get into a rhythm when I’m solo and time passes quickly.
At home I meet people everywhere, in the supermarket line, on my morning walks, at work, anywhere really. I’m surprised at how few people I’ve met along the way over the last few days. I think maybe my focus has just gone into getting through the kilometres each day in these early stages.
Pamplona has a buzz about it. It was a long walk in from the outskirts of town, all the oldies sitting out in the sun watching the walkers come into town with big smiles and “Hola”.
Just like on Dora the Explorer!
We were using Google Maps to find our accommodation and it wanted to take us off the path of the yellow arrows you follow on the Camino. Before we knew it, the local tyre fitter called out to tell us we were going the wrong way. We smiled because we thought we knew better. Then an old fellow got very animated and herded us back the other way. We turned the next corner to go where we’d planned and he was behind us waving his arms in the air, demanding we do as we were told. We walked a bit further, crossed the road and did what we wanted - guess what? He was right and we were wrong.
Today’s highlights for me were the lone red poppy in the wheat field, the riverside stop sitting by the stream on my own for a bit and the vibe of Pamplona itself. It’s just a pity I have no energy left to really get out and explore after another 25km day on my feet.
I did partake in a siesta today but 75km in 3 days - I deserved it
Also, Aquarius lemon Hydralyte drinks are the bomb. Potato tortilla for morning tea beside the creek, it was a bit stodgy but hit the spot. And an orange juice stall appearing out of nowhere felt like a little oasis.
As I’m laying here tonight though, I have my window wide open drying my washing and I’m listening to the beautiful Spanish chatter from the streets - lucky
Oh and there’s a bath in this accomodation - I’ve had two baths today to make up for all of my daily baths at home xもっと詳しく

旅行者Potato Tortilla are the bomb. I ate Pulpo most days too. (Octoppus) and great fuel for a tired body.
What goes up, comes down
5月28日, スペイン ⋅ ⛅ 16 °C
Day 4 Pamplona to Puente la Reina 25.1km, 7.5 hours of walking.
102.7km so far
148,683 steps so far.
I woke up with the blues this morning. I was really teary at breakfast and for the first hour of my walk. My wee cloth that hangs from my backpack became a tear cloth (it was clean).
Leaving Pamplona, it was a long walk to get out of the city and the concrete paths are much harder on your feet than trails. We then headed into wheat fields and climbed until we got to Monumento al Peregrino.
The metal silhouettes represent pilgrims from different eras travelling the Camino together: people on foot, horseback, with dogs, carrying staffs and banners. It symbolises centuries of pilgrimage toward Santiago de Compostela.
A steep descent after this and what felt like forever to get to accommodation in the heat of the day. Shade was not very common today.
I’m not going to go on about what I saw today because that will get boring. I’ll tell you about a few people I met.
Bernadette (Bernie) from Massachusetts is doing the Camino with her 20 year old grandson. He had gone on ahead.
She was just what I needed today.
She was 68 but definitely didn’t look it, a theatre nurse, a really proud mum of her kids and that pride came simply from the fact that they were good humans, nothing to do with achievements.
Bernie is a bit of a people pleaser and vowed that she wanted to stop saying sorry all the time. Instead she said, “I haven’t had much luck, just learnt to say sorry in two new languages.”
She lives 10 miles from the New York border and can drive herself into the heart of New York City in 2.5 hours.
Bernie was kind and wise and funny and she was the remedy to my blues today.
Sue from South Africa owns a radiator business and planned to be retired before she did the Camino, but it wasn’t so. She happily handed control over to an employee and headed off. She surprised herself because once upon a time she would never have given over control, but after raising 4 daughters she knew it was her time to do something for herself.
She was with a gentleman that I thought was her partner, but he was somebody she only met a couple of days ago. His mate who he was walking with had injured himself and was travelling via bus, and they had just hooked up to walk together. It’s temporary as his mate was coming back on board, so they were just enjoying this time hanging out.
My old mate Irish Jerry, who lives in Scotland, popped back up and we drank a Hydrate and had a chat at the final stop today.
My favourite was a 75 year old local from Pamplona who rode his bike to the top of the hill we walked. He then offered to take a pic of us there, all via hand signals because I couldn’t understand what he was saying. He managed to put his fingers up to tell us how old he was and then hopped back on his bike to ride all the way back to Pamplona on a stinking hot day. He was a really happy man.
Started off a bit rough today but finished feeling happy xxもっと詳しく

旅行者Oh Gab, it was to be expected I guess, little lows in amongst the highs. Thank God for the tear cloth and the connections. Xxx
Day 5 Puente la Reina to Estella 26.3km
5月29日, スペイン ⋅ ☀️ 29 °C
Day 5 Puente la Reina to Estella 27.6km, 8 hours of walking.
130.3km so far.
186,961 steps so far.
Today I don’t have heaps of photos, nor do I have lots to tell. I did around 27km. It’s 15° hotter than the average expected temperature for this time of year in this area of Spain, so we are walking in hot, hot sun. The accumulation of walking and heat has left us all a bit exhausted tonight.
I have a lovely little routine each afternoon where I shower, hand wash my clothes, and magic up a drying setup. I usually meet some others from the group for a drink or something to eat so we don’t fall asleep too early.
I’ve realised I’m carrying a lot of things across Spain that I may not possibly use because of the heat. I was prepared more for cold weather, but I guess it’s better to be safe than sorry. Maybe later in the walk things might change.
My suitcase is like Tetris every night, trying to shove things back in so they fit, and in reality I’m washing and wearing the same outfit every day.
I’m really tired tonight and can’t even think of a story to tell, but I’ll be back tomorrow with something to make you smile.
If anybody has any questions about my trip, ask away and I’ll happily answer
Oh I just remembered a nice tale for the day - I was looking for a baguette to make up lunch with some more stolen goods from the breakfast buffet this morning and two lovely Spanish men selling sandwiches out of the back of a van which looked like it was also used as a tradies van kindly gave me a big baguette and wouldn’t let me pay. I do think it was day old because it was a bit tough but it was still good xxxもっと詳しく
Day 6 Estella to Los Arcos
5月30日, スペイン ⋅ ⛅ 30 °C
Day 6 Estella to Los Arcos
20.5km
6 ish hours of walking
150.8km so far
217,522 steps so far
No sleep, but a surprisingly great day.
My buddies Meagan and Foxy looked after me today and kept me upbeat with their warped humour and a bit of crass language thrown in, right up my alley.
Our first stop was the famous Irache Wine Fountain on the Camino de Santiago, where pilgrims can enjoy a free wine on tap. You use your blessed scallop shell to drink from it.
Off we went and landed in a tiny village where we heard a beautiful love story. A few years ago, a man from the Netherlands walked the Camino and along the way met and fell in love with a local Spanish lady, Elena. No holiday romance there. He returned to Spain and together they now run a pilgrim bar and café where walkers stop for a second breakfast and a cold drink.
As we walked into the village we could hear familiar music playing. It was loud and we noticed everybody sort of danced in and out of the café. It was a beautiful way to start the day.
I also came across a flower, different to the red Flanders poppies that are everywhere at the moment. It was an opium poppy. Should’ve picked it, might’ve helped me sleep!
It was a slow, hot but very beautiful walk today that ended in Los Arcos. We arrived around siesta time so the streets were really quiet, but it’s 6:30pm now and you can feel everything coming back to life.
I have an awesome view of the Church of Santa Maria from my bedroom window and a squeaky fan. It’s bloody hot though, so I’m choosing to think of it as a lullaby.
Today I laughed a lot. There’s been a bit of banter amongst the group and I think we’re all finding our comfort zones nowもっと詳しく

旅行者They’ve all been great in different ways. How long have you got left on holidays? Looks like you guys have had a great time xx
Sundays in Spain
5月31日, スペイン ⋅ ☁️ 26 °C
Day 7 Los Arcos to Viana
19.4km
4.5hours of walking
170.2km
246,254 steps so far
Today was magic. The weather was a bit cooler and our walk was a bit shorter.
We arrived in Viana at 11.30am after a 7am start. It was a pretty hilly walk but I’ve gotten over my fear of hills. One foot in front of the other until you reach the top. No race, just slow and steady.
Our first stop was a little cafe on the way into a small town. It wasn’t really anything special but it’s always nice to stop. They did have a pizza vending machine though. I’ve challenged one of the girls in the group to try one before the walk is done 🤢🤢🤢
Today I walked with Heather from Perth.
Heather is 70 and walking solo but she’s not just doing the Camino Francés like us. She started 46 days ago at Le Puy-en-Velay in central France and will have walked 1400km by the time she finishes at Finisterre on the coast beyond Santiago.
We talked about life all morning and covered a lot of ground. I could listen to life stories all day long. Everybody has a story if you take the time to listen, and time is what I have when I’m spending long days walking.
Heather’s wisdom today was to make every day count, don’t sweat the small stuff, and remember that the way we speak to and treat other people really matters.
We also talked about the time we spend worrying about the people we love and how it’s just so bloody pointless because, at the end of the day, we can only help ourselves.
She had a really quiet and gentle wisdom about her and was a bit of a balm to my first time solo travelling soul.
Toward the end of our walk, three young Americans joined us. Two were a young married couple from New York who head off on an adventure every summer. The other was a young woman who loves Australia, has a Hamish and Andy obsession and teaches jujitsu. I thought she would’ve been about Noah’s age, around 22. Turns out she was 35. I might take up jujitsu if that’s what it does for you! All of the Americans invite you to come and stay with them - I bet they say that to all the girls
Viana was a pretty ordinary town to walk into but ended up being one of my favourites so far. We usually hit our destination at siesta time so the streets are dead, like a ghost town, today it was alive. I had a beautiful feed of grilled octopus on potato and then a pastry that was unexplainably good.
All of the locals were out in their Sunday finest and they had a DJ pumping tunes in the town square.
These Spaniards know how to live.もっと詳しく
Taking it a bit easier
5月31日, スペイン ⋅ ⛅ 23 °C
Day 8 Viana to Logroño
15.2km
3 hours walking
185.4km
250568 (over a quarter of a million steps in 7 days)
Short day today 10km and some touristing around the city
I feel really exhausted now that I’ve stopped, hopefully I’ll get my walking legs back for the 32km day tomorrow
Today’s walk was mostly downhill, nothing of great interest to see but everybody was in good spirits, a couple of roadside stops for toilet breaks, a chat with lovely Bernie from Massachusetts and a wander around the city of Longrono. I definitely prefer the feels of the little villages moreso however the bath in this accomodation is pretty bloody good.
There’s a few nights I share a room with other group members and it’s actually been nice to have a chat at nighttime as you’re going to sleep. I’m not sure what my snoring has been like but they are still speaking with me ! I told a couple of girls today that I had cleaned up in the friends stakes in my walking group - a fashion stylist and a masseur!!
Last nights accommodation was incredible, it was an old manor house from the 15th century, very well preserved. Lovely Olivier who was a kind Frenchman gave us a tour and told a really captivating tale about the history - I hate history but he even captured my attention. We ended up way beneath the ground in which were wine cellars, production rooms and hideouts back in the day. I won’t try to tell the story because I wouldn’t do it justice.
I’ve taken the Spanish equivalent of restavit The last couple of nights and hopefully my sleep is back on track now. It had gotten to a point that each afternoon I would get anxious as to whether or not I would sleep and then that would make it worse..
Buen Camino
I woke up at 5:12am this morning to what felt like a spotlight in my eyes and it was the full moon through the open window., nice start to the day xxもっと詳しく

旅行者It's a blue moon and particularly bright. I didn't know the reasoning on the stones set on their side. Always learning!
The Young Ones
6月2日, スペイン ⋅ ☁️ 22 °C
Day 9 Logroño to Najera
28km
7.5-8 hours walking
213.4km so far
291,141 so far
Today was a bit overcast which took away the visual delight for photography but the cooler temps made it a much easier day for walking so it’s a fair trade off I think
It was a long walk today, one of our longest but it wasn’t a hard walk, just a gradual ascent(walkers/wankers talk)🤓
It was a good start with the best buffet breakfast to date so I left with a full tummy and a little leftover for a picnic lunch
It was a pretty long walk out of Logrono and I find the city walking pretty monotonous but I did see a gorgeous dog and when I bent down to say hello I noticed he was carrying a feather in his mouth, we were meant to meet!
There were a lot of local walkers on our route out and Minnesota Meggan (real name Meagan from Brisbane but that’s a story for another day) and I saw a few sights we didn’t want to see, a couple of old blokes obviously busting for the toot so they just went - no shame there!
As we left Logrono there was a nature reserve and an old Spanish bloke was feeding walnuts to the squirrels, he was happy to give us some walnuts and guided us on how to feed them - that was pretty special.
No exchange of common language but a beautiful moment shared
I spent today walking at different times with two of the younger girls in our group and that was a treat Lili and I walked in the morning and covered lots of topics and then Neeve spent the afternoon with me and we talked about music, travel, curiosity, boys, dreams and so many other things.
These young ones filled my cup today and reminded me that we learn as much from the kids as they learn from us if we have the time to listen and like I said in an earlier post, this walk has given me the time.
Najera wasn’t an overly pretty town to walk into but as you crossed the bridge into the old town it improved.
I’m in a cold bath now - hot water system must be exhausted by us weary Aussie’s.
I’ll then head out to explore a bit.
You know you’re walking yourself fit when you have energy at the end of the day to get out for a look around xxx
PS my glasses have been found and are Los Arcos - I kind of knew they would turn up xxもっと詳しく
Full Circle ⭕️
6月3日, スペイン ⋅ ☀️ 11 °C
Day 10 Najera to Santo Domingo de la Calzada
22km
6.5 hours walking
235.4km so far
291,141 so far
326,135 steps so far
22km felt like 220km today. I still loved it though, but my feet are sore and I’ve developed a bit of a hiker’s rash on my ankles!
I slept well last night and woke up for another buffet breakfast. We were watched closely, so there was not any opportunity to stock up for a picnic lunch.
The sun was shining brightly as we headed out of Najera to make our way to Santo Domingo de la Calzada. I have to Google all these names or look at maps when I write these posts because there’s no way I would remember them - so most of the time if I was asked where I am I would have no idea!
As I shared in my last post, my prescription glasses were found. The Camino provided.
This morning, as I wandered down a country lane, I looked down and saw a pair of glasses lying on the side of the road. I instantly picked them up and thought it would be my mission to find the owner.
It didn’t take long. They belonged to an elderly gentleman I had noticed having breakfast at our hotel that morning. He was wearing a bright orange T-shirt with what looked to be photos on it, and he was visibly grateful for their return. It felt like a full circle moment to me.
Had this not happened, we wouldn’t have heard his story.
Charbel, a 70-year-old Lebanese man with an extraordinary story. He came to Australia in 1977 to escape the civil war in Lebanon. During his immigration interview, he honestly disclosed that he had fought for his country, although he had never killed anyone. He said that if Australia rejected his application because of his honesty, he would wear that rejection as a badge of honour. But if he was accepted, he and his wife vowed to embrace everything it meant to be Australian and contribute positively to their new home.
His honesty saw his visa fast-tracked, and he and his beloved wife built a beautiful life in Sydney. Together they raised two daughters, one now a leading haematologist and the other a lawyer, also a proud grandparent to four grandchildren.
Charbel and his wife had planned to walk the Camino together to celebrate his 70th birthday. He turned 70 just a few weeks ago, but heartbreakingly lost his wife on 8 May last year after 49 years of marriage. On May 8th this year, he boarded a plane from Sydney to walk the Camino they had dreamed of sharing. He had three T-shirts printed with photos of the two of them and wears them as he walks each day.
As he told us his story, he simply said, “She is walking with me.”
Charbel wanted to buy me a beer for finding his glasses. There was no need x
Tonight we’re staying in the Parador Bernardo de Fresneda, a former 16th-century Franciscan monastery built for pilgrims walking the Camino. More than 400 years later, weary walkers are still finding a bed here, which feels pretty special when you’re one of them.
Walking through its stone corridors and archways, it’s nice to think of the pilgrims who have passed through these doors throughout time, carrying their own hopes, worries and dreams along this same path.
The day ended with more walking around the village, a visit to the cathedral and a climb up to the bell tower. Impressive views but I was knackered.
Santo Domingo de la Calzada is famous for the Miracle of the Cock😳🐓, a centuries-old Camino legend in which a roasted rooster miraculously came back to life to prove the innocence of a young pilgrim. To this day, live roosters and hens are kept in the cathedral as a reminder of the miracle!!
Buen Camino xもっと詳しく
A home away from home
6月4日, スペイン ⋅ 🌧 15 °C
Day 11 Santo Domingo de la Calzada to Belorado 23.91km
6.5 hours walking
259.31 km walked so far - I’ve hit my halfway mark today
325095 steps so far
A long walk, a few hills, our first little bit of rain and a much cooler day.
The cooler weather made walking easier for me. The last three days my feet have been really sore about midway, so I’ve been changing into sandals at that point to mix things up and make it to the finish line.
The last few days have all been a bit similar scenery wise, so I haven’t got much to share, but I do love the days where we pass through more small villages. It breaks things up and somehow makes the day feel shorter, at least to me!
Late this morning we headed into the tiny village of Viloria de Rioja. Before we left, Kellie (our group organiser) had shared a post about The Inner Camino House.
It sits between Santo Domingo de la Calzada and Belorado. It isn’t an albergue and doesn’t offer beds. Instead, it’s been created as a welcoming space where pilgrims can pause, rest, eat something simple and rest. Danny Vermeeren, a Dutchman, is the owner and welcomed us warmly.
It was one of those unexpected Camino gifts. A beautiful old stone building with timber beams, baskets overflowing with fruit, fresh eggs, watermelon, coffee, yoghurt and snacks laid out on a trust system for weary pilgrims. There was no rush, no pressure, no sales pitch. Just a warm invitation to stop and recharge. There were even buckets to fill and soak your tired feet. No fixed
Fee, pay what you can afford if you can afford it
We sat in the courtyard with our packs at our feet and our walking poles leaning against the wall, relaxing, chatting and having a spell before heading back out onto the trail. Pilgrims from all over the world came and went, helping themselves to food and finding a comfortable place to sit. It felt less like a café and more like someone’s home.
One of the things I love most about the Camino is that complete strangers continually create these pockets of kindness. Places where generosity is offered freely and where, for a little while, nobody is worried about what you do for a living, where you’re from or what you’ve achieved.
You’re simply a person, sitting at a table with sore feet, a quiet calm and another day of walking ahead of you. ❤️👣
Today I walked a bit with my crew, people who I only met a fortnight ago and now call my crew!!
I also walked with Charbel from Sydney and Bernie from Massachusetts
Just for the record
The woman who found my glasses drove 75km last night to return them to me. She would not accept and fuel money and turned around and drove 75km home 🩷
A few Camino words
Buen Camino
The Camino version of “hello”, “goodbye”, “good luck”, “you’ve got this”, “nice weather today” “g’day mate”
Pilgrim
A person who voluntarily pays money to walk hundreds of kilometres and then complains about sore feet.
Albergue
Budget pilgrim accommodation, often dormitory style. A place to meet people, share stories, eat together, test your tolerance for snoring, hopefully avoid bedbugs and be very patient with human noises all night long - I haven’t stayed in Albergues and there’s a tiny part of me that would love the experience but a bigger part of me that knows it would tip me over the edge after a long day of walking.もっと詳しく

旅行者Haven’t checked in for a few days Gab but just caught up. Feeling and loving every minute 🩷 your descriptions and ability to share your feelings are magic. Thanks for taking me on the ride xx

旅行者Morning Lou, you’re up early. I’m just about to go to bed! It’s been pretty amazing. My feet have been pretty sore the last couple of days but apart from great I’m feeling good xx
Taking it easy
6月5日, スペイン ⋅ ☁️ 9 °C
Day 12 Belorado to VillaFranca Montes De Oca 12.85km
3.5 hours dawdling along
272.16km walked so far - that’s like walking from Wangaratta to Melbourne! With some mountains thrown in for fun
344323 steps so far
Just a short 12.85km stroll today. It feels silly to say that, but 12km feels so easy compared to some of the days we’ve done and some of the days still to come.
We rolled into the village before lunchtime after a really slow and dawdly walk and headed to our beautiful accommodation in Villafranca Montes de Oca. We’re staying at Hotel San Antón Abad and sleeping in a building that has been looking after pilgrims since 1377. Originally built as a hospital for Camino pilgrims, it has been welcoming walkers for almost 650 years.
Beautiful room with a lovely view of the church and bell tower, although I think I would’ve preferred a bath.
Very little photography today.
We had a pilgrim’s lunch at the accommodation. It’s three courses for €18 here. I wouldn’t go as far as saying I’m loving the food. I’d be more inclined to say it’s functional food, aimed at fuelling walkers.
Tomorrow night we’ll be in Burgos, a bigger city, and I’m looking forward to some pinchos, which are small, often single serves of food, similar to tapas. I had a big piece of pork belly crackling the other night and I’m hoping to eat more, it was so good but so bad .
No new friends today, and I’m glad we don’t have many idle days because I have the urge to go to sleep this afternoon but can’t risk a sleepless night.
It’s been nice chatting to my boys the last couple of days.
I love that Mum and Dad love Clancy so much, and that she loves them. They got home from shopping on a couple of occasions and she had climbed up on the back of the couch, hopped on the kitchen bench and was sitting in the kitchen sink watching them when they arrived home 😳
I love all of the encouraging messages I’m getting from home.
There’s no flies in Spain. I haven’t seen one fly.
They don’t season their food much and there’s never salt and pepper on the table.
I’m a big girl now and know how to order a sparkling water — agua con gas 👍
A few more Camino things
The Meseta (we start this section Sunday)
A long, flat section of the Camino that people either love for its simplicity or hate because it appears to have no end.
Second Breakfast
An essential Camino food group and toilet stop.
The Yellow Arrow
The Camino’s version of the Yellow Brick Road. Just keep following it, Dorothy. 💛もっと詳しく
Hitting the big smoke with no puff!
6月6日, スペイン ⋅ ☁️ 12 °C
Day 13 VillaFranca Montes De Oca to Burgos
Just under 5 hours
291.36km walked so far
375356 steps so far
This morning I woke at 4am, but I had slept well from 9pm so I was happy with that. The view out of the bedroom window was the best morning view I’ve had so far, a beautiful pale sunrise and a bit of birdsong.
Had breakfast and hit the road at 7.30am.
We were heading for a town called Atapuerca that was 20km away. A beautiful walk today through forest and on trails. It’s so much easier on your feet than the road.
A very relaxed morning as we strolled through another little town that was holding its Saturday market. If you were looking for Pokémon cards or Pokémon cards then it was the market for you. Lots of locals were out strolling the paths this morning too.
Once we arrived, we took a 17km transfer from Atapuerca into the city of Burgos, the reason being that the remainder of the walk was along highways. Pretty dangerous and not very pretty. It felt strange being in a vehicle, but watching the walkers along the road, it was kind of nice.
Checked into the motel and then headed out for something to eat. More walking, more stairs. You can often hear me saying ‘I fuc$ing love stairs’
The cathedral popped into view and was imposing and impressive. There were two weddings happening and it was a beautiful spring day.
We went into the first café we saw because we were starving and, as I’ve been told many times before, don’t go to the first café or restaurant you see. The chips were reheated from last night, I think, and the hamburger was very plain. The young waiter was really sweet though.
There was live music playing, people out and about, and a nice vibe, but once again I feel too tired to really be a tourist, and that tears me in two. I want to see it all, but I’m using my energy to walk.
It’s funny, as I wander along the way I think about how when I arrive in the cities I’ll go shopping and buy a dress, some new undies (I’ve lost a couple of pairs along the way 😳), and a new pair of merino socks. Once I’m in the city though, I realise the desire to be a tourist and get caught up in the rat race isn’t really there.
Give me a little village any day.
Tomorrow we hit the Meseta, which is said to be the mental stage of the walk, long flat roads where a lot of thinking is done.
The beginning, from St Jean to Burgos, is the physical stage. It’s all about getting your body used to walking day after day, climbing mountains, managing sore feet and trusting that you can do it.
The Meseta which is Burgos to Leon is where the mind takes over. With fewer distractions and endless horizons, there is time to have a think about things.
Then comes the final stage, from León to Santiago, often called the spiritual stage. Not necessarily religious, but a deeper understanding of what the walk has meant and what you want to take home, or maybe even leave behind when the walk is done. x
All my talk about going out for dinner tonight, we have a baguette, jamon (prosciutto) and cheese that we got at the supermarket, we will spread a towel over one of our beds to catch the crumbs and it will be fine dining in our room 🤓もっと詳しく
Pay Attention and follow the arrows
6月7日, スペイン ⋅ ☀️ 14 °C
Day 14 Burgos to Boadilla del Camino
6 and a quarter Hours
316.98km walked so far
412353 steps so far
Today was good. Hot and long.
We transferred from Burgos out to our starting point at the ruins of San Antón. It was a beautiful place to begin. Standing inside the ancient stone walls with the sky where the roof once was, it was hard not to imagine how beautiful it must have been in its day.
We headed towards Castrojeriz and the path was lined with poppies and wildflowers almost the entire way. Early in the walk I had a dream that seemed to be asking me to look for something red and obvious. I assumed it was the poppies, but today I saw entire fields of them in the distance. Red paddocks are pretty impressive
One of my friends gave me some red poppy seeds for my birthday about five years ago and growing them was what started my love of gardening, so they’ve made me smile every day along the way.
Castrojeriz was a beautiful village and you could see how much pride the locals take in keeping it that way. There was a lovely little Intention Tree where you tie a ribbon and make an intention.
I had to think about mine for a while. My intention was to leave guilt behind. Somebody once told me that you should only feel guilty if you have intentionally set out to hurt or harm somebody, yet I seem to carry guilt for things I probably shouldn’t. It’s hard to let go of, but hopefully saying it out loud might make me think about it differently.
We headed out and tackled a pretty big climb. It’s a bit daunting when you look up and see winding roads disappearing into the hills, knowing you have to climb them. But it’s also a bloody good feeling when you reach the top and look back at how far you’ve come. I still love that we move forward every day and everything is new.
A little hilltop food van felt like an oasis. A lovely young couple were running it and encouraging us with the news that we only had 9km to go.
There was a little hiccup though. At no point were we lost, but we did end up somewhere off the Camino, which added about 3km by the time we got back on track.
Probably not the best day for a detour because it was already a long one. Onwards and upwards though.
It was hot today and I had a really sore left calf muscle. I think it’s just overuse and hopefully I’ll be right in the morning.
When you come over a hill and see your destination for the day, usually a church in the distance, it’s pretty exciting. It’s also a bit of an illusion because those last couple of kilometres seem to go on forever. They are definitely the hardest kilometres of the day.
My little pilgrim passport is filling up with stamps. It feels a bit like a good behaviour chart and every new stamp brings a little burst of joy.
One of my walking buddies, Foxy, just massaged my calf for me. I’ve done my hand washing, written my journal entry for the day, and now it’s time for dinner and bed.
Another beautiful day on the Camino.
On another note, I’m showing you all the good parts, there’s a lot of times we are walking through industrial areas or alongside the highway, it’s not nearly as remote as I expected it to be - you’re often not far from civilisation and mobile service here is much better than home xもっと詳しく
Keep walking - just keep walking
6月8日, スペイン ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C
Day 15 Boadilla del Camino to Carrión de los Condes 27km
343.98km so far
449,651 steps so far
Today was a long one and alongside the road, so the serenity just wasn’t there, but still moving forward.
I walked alone, which was really nice for a change. Had a chat with Greg on the phone for a bit and listened to an audiobook. It’s the first time I’ve listened to anything since I started and the first time it even crossed my mind, which is surprising because I never walk without headphones at home.
I stopped quite a bit, changed from sandals back into boots because my feet were hurting, sat in the shade whenever I could find it and just moseyed along.
I had a nice chat with a woman from NZ who started the Camino a couple of days before us with her sister. She walked the first fortnight with her and then her husband and daughter joined her a couple of days ago. She’ll finish the Camino with them.
We had a typical mum chat. She was saying how when it was just her and her sister she had so little to do in terms of washing and looking after herself, but as soon as hubby and daughter arrived that workload tripled and the whole dynamic shifted a bit. She also said fu$k a few times and that made me automatically feel at home!!
Lovely brief chat. Hopefully we’ll cross paths again.
I got a beautiful wax stamp on my passport, i passed a guy doing them but he had a huge lineup and then not long after I went into an Albergue to go to the toilet and the young hospitalera there was doing them. They are considered a bit ‘commercial’ by some but the creative in me couldn’t resist. I wish I had lined up with the guy earlier because his stamp was nicer!
I finally got some more undies so I’m no longer manically washing and wearing. The pressure is off.
Pharmaceuticals are expensive, I got a small tube of Fisiocream and a pack of Iboprufen and it was $44 - the ibuprofen is pretty cool though it’s in a gel form in little single pack sachets - small things/small minds hey!!
We wandered through the streets of this little village until we arrived at the beautiful Monasterio de San Zoilo in Carrión de los Condes. Nearly 1,000 years old, it’s one of those places that makes you slow down and look around. The stone cloisters are stunning and everywhere you turn there’s another beautiful archway, courtyard or carved detail. A very special place to spend the night, set amongst beautiful green shady gardens that were the perfect way to end a big day.
We were starving so we headed to the restaurant for a bite to eat. It was pretty fancy for us walkers, but we were too tired and hungry to go elsewhere.
Very good chips 🍟. I do love a chip.
I’ve noticed a pretty big blister on the back of my heel and with another 27km day ahead of me tomorrow, I need to work out what to do with it.
I had felt so smug that I didn’t have any blisters too
I also lost one of my favourite earrings today, so I’ve hopped back into the Camino lost and found pages and am hoping it finds its way back xxxもっと詳しく

旅行者Those stamps are beautiful. I didn’t see anything like them. Glad you got some more undies. Being so conscious of my pack weight, I only had 2 pairs. It was definitely wash night every night! Hopefully your earring will find its way back to you. 💚

旅行者Beautiful stamps. Compeed helps with blisters. Blow about one of your lovely earrings. Travel well.
Shit Churros
6月9日, スペイン ⋅ ☁️ 12 °C
Day 16 Carrión de los Condes to Terradillos de los Templarios 25.81km
369.79km so far
486653 steps so far
Today I skipped breakfast and headed out early, knowing we had another 26km our last day across the flat Meseta
I’ve had to be pretty creative and quick with my wee stops out here. There isn’t much cover, but I know if I saw someone sneaking off for a quick roadside wee, I’d understand.
For 17km there were no cafés, no breaks, just walking. Foxy and I were joined by Josh, a young American teacher trying to find the meaning of life on the Camino. An intense but kind young man with deep faith. It’s always interesting listening to people’s stories and asking questions.
We all have a story.
The weather has been so bloody good. Looking back through my photos, almost every one has a blue sky, the Camino would be a different story if it was wet, rainy and muddy, I’m feeling bloody lucky
My feet are sore, one calf muscle is screaming, and the blister on the back of my heel had doubled in size. At the halfway mark I took some Nurofen, rubbed fisiocream into my calf and ate what may have been the world’s shittest churros.
The girls helped perform emergency blister surgery because I don’t think I would’ve got my boot back on tomorrow otherwise. My masseuse, Foxy, also moonlights as a pedicurist, so she tidied up my toes while she was at it.
We’re at a cool albergue tonight. Good basic accommodation with beautiful shady grounds. We all rolled in just after lunch and spent the afternoon stretched out on the grass, chatting, stretching and enjoying not having to walk anywhere. I had my washing done properly in a machine for the first time in almost a month, I’ve loved my handwashing ritual though.
Since then we’ve sat under a tree talking and watching the afternoon drift by.
A good day
My days with this group are coming to an end, but I’m OK with that. I feel proud of what I’ve done and excited for these final days as I walk towards Santiago.
I’m still pinching myself that I actually got this dream off the ground. So far it’s been everything I’d hoped it would be.
I haven’t found myself yet 🤓 … but I’ve still got a few days to go. 😘
PS Life has been so simple for a month and it’s been just what I needed. I totally overpacked but if I did it again I would overpack again because different weather would’ve required different clothes on any given day.
Each night I get my backpack ready, fill my water bladder and pop a few snacks in
Lay out my clothes for the next day
Pop my vitamins on the bathroom sink ready for the morning
Have everything packed in my suitcase leaving just my essential toiletries out
I’ve just hopped into bed and I do my little post for the day, I haven’t been able to concentrate on reading for some reason so I’ll listen to a podcast until I fall to sleep,
When I wake I get dressed, brush teeth and slip, slop, slap, zip my suitcase up and head off for breakfast and this is just on repeat.
Real life might shock me when I return xxxもっと詳しく

旅行者I have thoroughly enjoyed every single entry you have made here! Still in awe! How many days until you get to Santiago?

旅行者I’m heading to Leon tomorrow where I will have my final group dinner and then I transfer from Leon to Samos where I will begin my final 5 days of walking and arrive in Santiago on 16th. I will go to the Pilgrims Mass at St James Cathedral at Midday and then go and get my Compostela Certificate, I’ll probably take a few selfies along the way! I’ll explore Santiago the next day and on my final day I’m going to get a transfer out to the coast to finish my trip at the ocean xxx

旅行者That sounds wonderful! I'm so interested in the routines and rituals you've established to help you get through each day. I keep thinking about how easy it would be, if you were home, to abandon a walk due to soreness or blisters... but you are so steady and committed and resilient and strong there. And you just keep walking!🚶♀️

旅行者I think no matter what you are doing we still need a few familiar rituals each day, it’s these things that have kept me steady I think. Evie if my feet were this sore at home I would be bedridden 🤣🤣🤣
One chapter ends and another begins
6月10日, スペイン ⋅ ☀️ 23 °C
Day 17 – Terradillos de los Templarios to León 15.25km
385.04km so far
512,932 steps so far
Today we walked to Sahagún, officially the halfway point of the full Camino Francés. It was a beautiful morning walk in the cool after a pretty average albergue breakfast. The accommodation was clean and comfortable, but the pillows left a bit to be desired.
What I did love was the communal feel of the place. Last night groups of pilgrims sat around chatting about the day just gone and their plans for tomorrow. As I headed out to collect my washing from the line and looked across the fields surrounding me , I felt nostalgic. There I was, in the middle of Spain on a Tuesday night, it’s still doesn’t quite feel real
The 15km walk into Sahagún passed quickly. On the way in we saw the grand old bullring and preparations underway for the annual bull run in two days’ time. It’s definitely not something I’d have the desire or guts to do, but if it happened while I was there, I’d be a voyeur
We visited the cathedral and collected our halfway certificates. Ironically, we had to climb another bloody hill to earn them.
From there we transferred by bus to León , a bustling city we checked into our accommodation, another beautiful old monastery. I’ve loved these old buildings with stories to tell far more than the modern hotels.
Today was also the day we met the group who will walk from León to Santiago. It was lovely to see my cousin and her husband, along with Elle and Tam, who I did some training walks with before leaving Australia. I would have loved more time with them all, but it was nice to cross paths, even for a day.
We had a beautiful Italian lunch and I will rate it as the best meal I’ve had on the trip yet.
It’s also my last night with the original group. Tomorrow I leave to skip ahead to Sarria and walk the final 111km of my journey, with two of the original group joining me.
Part of me wishes I’d just walked the entire Camino, but another part knows how lucky I am to have had almost five weeks to do what I’ve done.
Tomorrow morning I’ll say goodbye to people I’ve laughed and cried with, shared rooms with, talked far too much about toilet habits with, and experienced this incredible journey with. We lifted each other up when it was needed and made a pretty good team.
When I look back over the past few weeks, the emotion that stands out most is laughter. And that makes me smile.
Tomorrow starts a new adventure. The familiar faces and routines of the past few weeks will be replaced with new people, new conversations and new places. I’m excited to see what comes next. xx
Oh and my right foot is a bit of a mess but a trip to the pharmacy either has me totally ripped off or totally prepared for tomorrow, I’m unsure which but I’m fully stocked xxxもっと詳しく
Chapter 2 Sarria to Santiago
6月11日, スペイン ⋅ ⛅ 24 °C
Day 18 León to Sarria
Private Transfer 206km
Walked 17km
402.04km so far
538,219 steps so far
Today I was up and at it, enjoying a beautiful breakfast spread at the accommodation and my last breakfast with the original crew.
It was a bit of an emotional morning saying goodbye to everybody. I would’ve loved to have done a ghosty and disappeared because I hate goodbyes, but that wouldn’t be fair.
Cyn, Wendy and I hopped in a fancy black private transfer van and headed out of Leon towards the village of Samos.
We had two young Spanish men chauffeuring us and, as we hit the motorway, the flat vastness of the Meseta was quickly forgotten.
We travelled along the motorway before turning into the mountains, a beautiful mystical climb until we reached O Cebreiro. This is where we entered the region of Galicia.
O Cebreiro (pronounced “Oh Seh-BRAY-ro”) is one of my favourite words on the Camino. Before I reached it, I’d hear pilgrims talking about it in cafés, albergues and on the trail. The name itself sounded magical to me, and every time someone said it I imagined misty mountains and ancient stone villages.
There was no mist today, but there were cute villages, green hills, cows, forests and winding country lanes. I felt like I had entered a different country.
We stopped to take a few pics and poor Wendy was a bit queasy from the winding drive.
Arriving in Samos, I felt like I was back in France. The nice young Spanish men unloaded our backpacks but were continuing on to Sarria to drop our suitcases at our hotel. I asked if I could take their photo, but really I wanted to be able to ID them if our luggage wasn’t there at day’s end.
I sat and put on my blister patches and my new toe condom before trying to put my boot on. My bruised toe hurt so much I had to go with the socks-and-sandals look. I know, I know socks and sandals, I’ve changed 🤓
We had a beautiful walk alongside clear water streams, through forests, down country lanes and past stinky dairies, a picnic lunch in somebody’s driveway with some goodies left over from the breakfast buffet, and a bit of chatter as we went.
As we rolled into Sarria in the heat of the day, we made our way through town to our accommodation and us non-Spanish-speaking Aussies had lots of fun trying to communicate with the non-English-speaking receptionist. She was sweet, we laughed, she laughed, and we think we may have a dinner booking for 7:30, however we can’t be sure. 😳
Sarria isn’t what I expected it to be, it’s pretty underwhelming compared to a lot of villages we’ve passed through yet it’s a very popular starting point for the last 100km which is the minimum you can walk to get a Compostela Certificate for walking the Camino
I’ve had a lazy late arvo, done my washing, showered and headed for a wander, I saw a 0% beer in a cafe and really felt like a beer. I sat down and really enjoyed it while I ate the free tapas that came with it. It’s the first urge I’ve had for a beer in a long time.
Tomorrow morning I’ll head off early. I’m hoping to do a bit of solo walking over the next few days before I reach Santiago. There will be crowds, being the last 100km and all, but I’m anonymous in the crowd and that feels nice for a girl from small-town Wangarattaもっと詳しく

旅行者I never got to witness this last section so I’m excited to see it through your photos and storytelling! I’m with Chris. I loved so many of the pronunciations, but especially Jacqueline. I wanted to come home and have everyone call me that but it had to be in a Spanish accent! 😁
Last 100
6月12日, スペイン ⋅ ☀️ 11 °C
Day 19 Sarria to Portomarin
Walked 24.9km
426.94 so far
575,694 steps so far
Today was a good day, early to leave to beat the heat. Forgot to charge my watch so it turned off on the way, but we did 23km.
It was like a magic forest this morning, mystical and enchanting, birds singing, roosters crowing and cows mooing.
For such a pretty stretch of the Camino there’s lots of dairies and lots of shitty smells.
Dogs pay no attention to walkers, I’m thinking most people walking are probably missing their animals so try to engage with the Camino dogs and they are over it, over the tourists - that give nothing!
I saw what I thought was a ferret run across the road in front of me but since found out it was a Polecat.
Lots of school groups walk the last 100km so there’s high energy teenagers and lots more people about.
Language has proven a barrier. I walked with a really sweet young South Korean girl this morning. Her English was limited and my Korean non-existent. I felt bad but I told her I had to get a move on because the reality is that I need to use all of my energy to walk and it’s really taxing trying to understand each other. Luckily, in most cases a smile is a universal language!
I met two Joseph’s/Josef’s today.
German Josef recently retired and excitedly told me he had just found out he was going to be a grandfather and how, when he found out the news, he was walking with another man. The other man left him but sometime later came walking back toward him with two beers to celebrate his news. He had fast-tracked all the way to the next village and back to Josef. Very kind.
Joseph 2 was from Boston in the US and had the Camino on his mind for a very long time, like me. He talked about the merit of walking solo and how even in his time on the Camino friendships are formed fast but can also become complicated fast.
Portomarin was a beautiful place to enter, a steep descent, huge wide river and a bridge crossing. The buildings are mainly white and it all felt quite Mediterranean.
It was an easy place to explore. I had calamari and chips for lunch - the food is improving as we get closer to Santiago.
Checked into beautiful accommodation overlooking the river and I had a balcony to dry my laundry today, these things make a good day better.
I spoke to Noah and Hayley on the phone for an hour. They had been to the Geelong game so were up late for a chat. It was nice to connect with home.
I headed back out to explore and found myself in an ice cream shop. There was a lady sitting on a seat eating hers and I asked if she minded if I sat beside her. It was hot outside and I knew it would melt. I’m keen to sit after all the walking.
Carmel was an Australian woman from Sydney and we spent the next hour chatting. This was her 6th Camino I think. She’s done different parts of it over the years and this will be her last.
I would guess she would be in her late 60’s. And like me, a mum of two boys. She was kind and wise and was the perfect ice cream companion today. I walked out feeling better than when I went in.
Dinner with the girls and now I’m back in my room getting ready to take on another 25km day tomorrow in my socks and sandals in 33° heat.
Only 4 more walking days to go.
I have really mixed emotions.もっと詳しく
























































































































































































































































































































旅行者All the best Gabby. Hoping you experience everything that you have dreamt of for all those years. Xxx