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Camino Frances 2019

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  • Inizio del viaggio
    8 maggio 2019

    St Jean Pied de Port, Basque Pays France

    7 maggio 2019, Francia ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

    I start out from here tomorrow morning, but have not decided which route yet: Valcarlos or Napoleon. I’m sending my pack ahead for this segment so I can enjoy it rather than suffer this time. Been there, done that.

    Though it took me as long to take the milk train from Connecticut to JFK airport as it did to then fly across the Atlantic to Paris (6 hours to JFK😮), I had a smooth trip. From my door step to St. Jean: about 18 hours. No hurry!

    Lots of nervous pilgrims here, girding themselves for the first leg, straight up to the Leopeder Pass about 4700 ft.! If you make it up there, you know you can make the whole 500 miles. The most difficult part first—trial by fire—until you get your Camino legs about a week in. I got my baston (walking staff) at the pilgrim shop and am ready to roll.
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  • Roncevalles Monastery- Cafe Sabina

    8 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 13 °C

    Carbo-loading at Cafe Sabina after a grueling passage over the Pyrenees in wind and rain all day. I can barely walk!

    Up through the Lepoeder Pass to Roncevalles today. Big climb from just above Orisson over the border into Spain. 60+mph wind gusts, rain, hail and sleet. Still snow remnants in the Pyrenees. Today was trial-by-wind, not fire!Leggi altro

  • Way to Zubiri

    9 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 13 °C

    I’m in Zubiri this evening after 8 leisurely hours of hiking up and down, carrying my pack and feeling stronger today in spite of an almost sleepless night next to an Olympic snorer in last night’s shelter. No hard feelings—sweet guy greeted me with a cheery “Bonjour!” in the morning. How could I hold a grudge? I was in a dorm room with ten men and myself the only female. Such is life on the Camino.

    Tonight I’m staying in one of my favorite albergues—was here seven years ago with Stuart and it has not changed: communal French cooked meal with very civilized pilgrims, all quiet as church mice, organizing their bags perfectly in the twilight to be ready to leave at dawn. Sigh...simple pleasures of the ultra-disciplined. I am not one of them, still unshowered here at 9:30 pm hanging at the local bar writing this. I’ll creep guiltily into my sack later tonight and hope not to wake the others.
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  • At Zuriain, a pilgrim rescue

    10 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 16 °C

    Wild day on the Camino with a helicopter rescue of an injured pilgrim who broke his leg on a downhill muddy descent. I was right there when it happened. Quick response and lots of pilgrims helping each other.

    Today is the day before the 2nd anniversary of my mother’s death, so I am glad I had some quiet country walking to spend some time reflecting on her. She passed away while I was walking on the Portuguese Camino in 2017.
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  • Zabaldika

    10 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C

    San Estaban parochial albergue on the old Camino. Rest for the weary spirit.

    A last minute climb up to a sweet albergue with about 12 other pilgrims—communal dinner, time in the chapel with the sisters, singing pilgrim songs, Taize chants and Camino talkLeggi altro

  • Pamplona breather

    11 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 13 °C

    Taking half day’s rest—much needed today.
    Will press on tomorrow.
    So great to have some good tapas on Calle San Nicholas. Fun to people watch when you are solo!

    I checked into a place here in downtown Pamplona. Crazy scene!
    Another pilgrim came in as I was checking in—an older man from Brazil who was searching for a room and had walked all the way from Zubiri, a freaking long way!! The hotel was full so I asked him to share my room. He agreed and is happily sleeping now. We are glad, because we split the cost in half. Nice hotel and I went to the spa and had a massage—so needed as I could barely walk.

    Tomorrow we ascend the Alto del Perdon, a grueling stage, and I am staying in Urtega at a hostel. Neii will probably stay there too. That is as far as I can make it I think, knowing myself.
    I wanted to ship a half kilo of stuff but the correo in Pamplona is closed the weekend. So I will carry the damn Altus poncho a little longer!
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  • Uterga, Alto del Perdon

    12 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 14 °C

    Staying the night, exhausted. No energy or words. Neii is still walking with me on this part of the journey, but I am not as fast paced as he, so am trying to express to him that he should move on and leave me behind. He feels beholden to me for helping him out in Pamplona, and that is very sweet, but we must each walk our own Camino. This is his first.Leggi altro

  • Puente la Reine (Gares)

    13 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ 🌙 17 °C

    One of my favorite churches on the camino is here, so I paid a visit and sang in the spectacular acoustic of this Templar built church, Eglesia de Crucifixo.

  • Villa Mayor de Monjardin, Navarra

    14 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 23 °C

    Landed at a wonderful albergue run by a Dutch couple, famous on the Camino for their gracious hospitality and fervent spirits.
    I staggered in late afternoon and got one of the last beds. Lucky me! Great communal meal and meditation after dinner with the hosts, who really care about deepening the pilgrims’ experience. Some came to get their feet massaged and some came to get their souls tended to.Leggi altro

  • Estella, Navarra

    14 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 19 °C

    Much to see in Estella, but first had to deal with a burst yogurt in my backpack. Yuck...a mess which slowed me down a bit.
    But the ceremonial wine tasting outside of the town is always a fun moment.

  • Los Arcos, Navarra, Casa de Austria

    15 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 22 °C

    A most bizarre thing just happened as I was settling into Los Arcos, a frontier town, after a most tedious four-hour trudge that I thought might never end. I approached an older woman in alleyway asking for directions to the plaza. She looked at me wide eyed, and I then noticed the dead bird dangling by its legs from her right hand.
    She sort of yelled at me, “You want food??” and beckoned me to follow her...a few steps and she directed me towards a doorway where breadcrumbs were scattered for the birds; she seemed to be offering me the breadcrumbs on the ground. I responded no thank-you and with trepidation asked again for directions to the plaza. She glared at me with arched eyebrows and flung the dead bird behind her through an iron gate without skipping a beat, and then pointed with her newly liberated right arm in the direction of the plaza.
    Hello, Los Arcos!

    Camino families.
Today I fell out of sync with my nascent Camino bond with a 72-year old Brazilian man who I’ve been “walking with” since Pamplona where I offered to share my room with him as he was having a hard time finding lodging late in the day. We walked in lock step for two days after that, over the Alto del Perdon, but I knew I was holding him back and that he was feeling solicitous out of gratitude.
    After another half day of walking, I could feel my desire to be solo again growing stronger and so I told him in Puente la Reina that I wanted to walk alone to think about the next stretch of road, as it had a deep significance for me from the last Camino with Stuart. He took it well and since I had already booked us both in advance at the next albergue, the wonderful Casa Magica, I knew we would meet again there later.
    Likewise, last night we met at a prearranged lodging and today, he has moved on, and I am stopping for a breather. Today was 15 km and that’s enough for me in the unrelenting sun.
    So, my Camino family is still very tenuous—the older set who I keep running into I am in no way endeared to. This is as it should be because this is the first time I have done anything like this completely alone, and it feels very right to maintain my solitude.
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  • Viana, Navarra

    16 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C

    Today’s walk of 19 km from Los Arcos to Viana is nicknamed “The Knee Wrecker” because of the ups and downs.

    The walk to Viana was through rolling olive groves and vineyards. The smell of blooming olive trees I can only liken to the breath of God.
    I prayed for those who have lost their children, one of the most difficult crosses to bear in this life, and in particular for Irene, and the two men from Dublin that I met in Zubiri.

    I enjoyed a quiet day with my thoughts, little talk and even less shade. Made it to Viana and had a lovely dinner with a sympatico new pilgrim friend, Candy, from San Diego. (Little did I know, I would never see Candy again after that lovely talk. So it goes.)
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  • Logrono: Entering La Rioja

    17 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ☁️ 10 °C

    A rainy day with gusting winds 20-25 mph made this morning’s 10 km walk to Logrono pretty miserable. I’m not using a poncho as they flap like a sail and create drag, not to mention how sweaty they get. I prefer a windbreaker, layers and my trekking umbrella which protects me from wind and rain. All my pack stuff is in dry sacks and plastic bags, but the brolly keeps the pack pretty dry. So I get a little wet on my extremities, but dry quickly. Had to wear socks on my hands to keep my paws warm.

    I’ve decided to stay in Logrono, capital city of La Rioja, for the remainder of the day. Will check in the parochial (church) albergue here which I hear has a wonderful Camino vibe. I really prefer the parochial refugios to the bigger municipal albergue I accidentally walked into today which felt cold as a prison. Many municipal albergues are wonderful though, don’t get me wrong!
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  • Ciruena, La Rioja

    18 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 11 °C

    Strange town we ended up staying in with a huge golf course and housing developments all around it, seemingly empty—just a ghost town with the Camino running through it. The only life I see here is pilgrims occupying the two albergues and a bar.
    I’m averaging 15 km (9-10 miles) per day, which is slow but fine for me, walking about 5 hours per day. I need to stop by 3 pm to avoid feeling too wrecked and having no time to regroup for the next day’s walk. Tomorrow is another chilly, rainy day.
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  • Najera, La Rioja

    18 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 12 °C

    Starting here today, jumped a stage by bus, and happily reencountered Neii, my pilgrim friend from Brazil. So we walked together in the cold rain, 16 km, to Ciruena, a strange town which seems mostly abandoned—built recently but a ghost town. Perhaps a result of the 2008 financial collapse?Leggi altro

  • Santo Domingo de la Calzada

    19 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 8 °C

    Walked here this morning with Neii and we visited the cathedral which has an amazing art collection and a theme centered around the story of the “Hanged Innocent”, a very old tale told all over Europe and depicted here graphically. The Calzada (Rooster) is the city’s symbol and indeed I heard one crowing this morning. Santo Domingo is reportedly buried in the middle of the street.

    Really entering the rural hinterlands now and the smells are sometimes overpowering.
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  • Ermita de la Carrasquedo, Granon

    19 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 11 °C

    Settled into a municipal albergue which is basically empty. We have a room with 10 beds all to ourselves. Only two other pilgrims here on another floor.

    This hermitage is one km off the beaten path of the Camino, in a small isolated forest, but that suits me perfectly right now. I’m really enjoying the quiet and lack of jostling with other people for one night.
    It has been rainy and cold for three straight days now. Today was 16 km. We are hoping for some sun to break out tomorrow, but Neii heard that it is snowing in O’Cebreiro, a mountain we will be climbing in a couple of weeks.

    Onward to Belorado and Tosantos (hopefully) for the night to allow for a fairly big climb over a hill the following day. So glad to have the elevation profile to plan our walks.
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  • Burgos, Castille y Leon

    21 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 11 °C

    Made a decision to take a bus to Burgos for a rest day. I have not taken a full day off walking in two weeks and it’s time.
    So today I’ll visit the Burgos Cathedral which Stuart and I dubbed “Disneyland for Jesus”
    Burgos Cathedral is just over the top—overwhelming—I spent two hours there.
    It’s like an archaeological dig with layers of Gothic, Baroque, Renaissance and Roccoco architecture and art so rich I feel like I ate an entire chocolate ganache cake at one sitting.
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  • Tosantos, Burgos Castille y Leon

    21 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 13 °C

    Met up with Linda from Montreal when Neii and I checked into a parochial albergue in Tosantos. I had met her earlier on the Way. She told me I really missed out on the famous Granon hospitality by checking into the weirdly situated municipal albergue. Sounded like a unique experience. Poor Neii—the blind leading the blind to the albergue off the beaten track.
    But as always it probably turned out for the best, as Neii slept from 8 pm until 7am the next day...he needed some rest in a quiet place.

    This parochial is very spartan: vinyl mats on the floor for bedding, no hot water or heat, a bland meal with not a trace of protein, but a nice yard with grass which we stayed in for several hours waiting for a late dinner because the rooms were cold. Temps in the morning are 35F/2C to give you an idea.
    About the Spanish food: the most curious thing is that the homemade food here is never salted, so pilgrims, losing salt all day through hard walking, find themselves passing one precious salt cellar from hand to hand at the table, as we all are craving and trying to replace salt in our systems.
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  • The Physical Camino

    22 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

    Burgos to Leon by bus: time to reflect and assess.

    Crossing past the physical midpoint of the Camino Frances, Sahagun, by bus. I am bypassing the Palencia region, known to pilgrims as the Meseta, for several reasons; among them concerns about water quality, sun exposure, grass allergies, and time constraints. The last time I walked the Camino Frances, my body was stressed severely and so this time I am taking greater care, walking less ambitious distances. I know the Meseta is beautiful and I am sorry to miss it, but know that the walk from Leon to Santiago is full of challenges yet.
    I have so far walked 210 km (126 miles).

    Note: long essay on the physical aspects of walking the Camino ensues and may bore the bejesus out of many readers, so feel free to tune out here.

    Mastering the physical Camino is what occupies the pilgrim for the first week or two:

    The Camino Frances is really a long series of day-hikes: for most 30-40 days of this routine.

    It may not seem like a big deal, but learning how to efficiently pack your mochilla (backpack)
    without losing stuff and memorizing where you have stashed your stuff is critical. The mind gets foggy with fatigue and you need to have developed strict packing habits to avoid frustration and confusion.

    Navigating uphill climbs and downhill descents according to conditions: uphill seems more intuitive but requires pacing your cardio/vascular energy. Your knees and ankles are mostly flexed so you use your leg muscles properly automatically.
    The downhill runs are where pilgrims sustain the most injuries to their knees, shins and ankles. It’s crucial to keep your knees flexed and springy, using your upper leg muscles to balance and learning to zig zag, changing your pattern often to avoid fatigue, with concentration on each footfall. When slippery after rain, the downhills can be treacherous, so creeping down with utmost caution can be taxing for both body and mind.

    Drinking water in proper quantities turns out to
    be a matter of personal style:

    The Camel: I spoke to a German pilgrim whose method was to drink a half liter of water just before setting off, drinking no water at all during his hiking, and filling up on a full liter at the end of the day.

    The Sipper: Using an internal water bladder in the pack, you can sip water as you walk through a tube attached to your shoulder strap, thereby constantly hydrating as you go.

    I’m now opting for the Camel method modified by occasional water breaks. I left my water bladder behind as it was too heavy and made the water taste bad.

    Learning to turn off the world at will to get your rest: wherever you make your nest, whether on an albergue bed or on a park green in the shade, it’s important to tune out your surroundings with ear plugs and eye coverings to withdraw the senses and restore. It is the height of rudeness to disturb pilgrims who are resting mid-afternoon in the dorms...they are recuperating from their strenuous efforts that day.

    Learning your limits:
    I like to walk between 15-25 km (9-15 miles) per day depending on the elevations of the terrain.
    Some pilgrims clock in 30-40km a day, with mileage on the body varying widely. By now, most blisters are becoming calluses for these pilgrims but they are often wearing knee braces, I notice.

    Some send their packs ahead everyday and walk short distances. I carry my pack everyday (7-8 kilos) which limits my distance as I have decided to try to stop walking by 3-4 pm, so I have time to take care of laundry, shower, and bed setup.That is 4/5 hours per day of walking. This allows me time to slow down, take in my surroundings, enter a church here and there, and change my socks at least once during a break. No blisters for me so far and I still have all my toenails! Grateful for favorable conditions.

    Everyone walks their own Camino.

    Such a long essay! It’s a long bus ride to Leon and I’m so happy to be resting.
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  • The Mental Camino

    22 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    Walking solo on the Camino has presented a unique opportunity for me to indulge my introverted side. (Some may laugh when I say that I am an introvert but I do test out as introverted on the Meyer-Briggs Test.)
    In my daily life at home I am only able to cultivate solitude in short intervals—in prayer, reading, walking or swimming perhaps.

    But here on the Camino I am truly alone for the first time since age 15 when I traveled alone to France for eight weeks. I was so homesick then! I wrote so many letters to my mother, but I didn’t feel lonely as there were one or two fellow boarders to hang around with.

    But here on the Camino I can truly be alone and I am enjoying it very much. I have not bonded with any pilgrims except perhaps with Neii, the 72-year-old Brazilian man who has shared several kilometers and shelters with me over the last ten days. Neii is a gentle, sweet soul and I truly enjoyed his easy company and conversation. But I found myself yearning to be alone again after two days of companionship, and have left Neii for the second time to walk his own Camino apart from me.

    I have met several pilgrims with whom I have whiled away a meal or a morning together, but I am always relieved to be on my own again after an interval of interaction. Socializing requires an energy that I would prefer to not expend right now, as if it were a precious life force which I am guarding for my own use at present, and am loathe to share it, and perhaps that is the reality of the Camino at present for me. Funny how we tend to think of the Camino as a time of fellowship with other pilgrims all sharing the same direction and intent like a large school of fish, but not always is the introspective side expressed in accounts by pilgrims, I suspect.

    While walking I am enjoying a new depth of contemplation in the rhythm set between breath and footfall. I hear the birds and especially love the sound of the swallows, the cucus and the twitterpating sparrows. The swallow song I associate strongly with Spain and their song keeps me company in the cities as well as in the tiny villages. I stand in awe and watch the storks feeding their fledglings in their huge nests on top of the churches, usually the highest point in any village.
    I savor walking alone through the cathedrals, spending as long as I want in each chapel, retracing my steps whenever I want more detail. Having no companion, I am delving more deeply into the history, culture and religious iconography all around me. It has been wonderful.

    I have not really bonded with any Camino family which is interesting as I thought being a solo pilgrim I would surely gather like-minded pilgrims around me to share this experience. Not so, and as I move deeper into the Camino I suspect the desire for solitude will grow stronger, and I begin to see how one might evolve into a hermit. I think I am a hermit right now on this Way, but I am only halfway through this pilgrimage, so how my mind unfolds going forward will be interesting to observe.

    Watching the hypnotizing scenery of the Meseta as it passes by the windows of the bus reinforces in my mind the reasons I did not want to walk it. I know for many pilgrims the Meseta is the mystical, magical walk through endless prairie where one gets to explore the inner landscape because the outer flatness of the landscape offers no stimulation or distraction for the mind. But I don’t need that outer reinforcement in order to go inward. I’m already there in my state of solitude.
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  • Leon: roaring with beauty

    22 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    I had to pack a lot into the three hours left this afternoon after I arrived in Leon:
    I showered, had an early dinner, and explored the interior of the Leon Cathedral, which I missed on my first Camino as it was closed.
    I spent a few minutes taking in the Gaudi Casa Botines and finagled my way into the last guided tour through the Museo San Isidoro de Leon even though it was in Spanish... I feasted my eyes on the (alleged) Holy Grail and the Pantheon— fresco work oft called the medieval Sistine Chapel. I would love to see more of the San Isidoro Basilica as it resonated with me so deeply. The hints of Mozarabic art in the museum were tantalizing but I was forced to race through with the tour group. I’m so glad I saw this beautiful place and a bit of this extraordinary city.
    Back onto the Way for me tomorrow morning early.
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  • Vilar de Mazarife, Castille y Leon

    23 maggio 2019, Spagna ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    25 km walk today from Leon to this small village. Stayed here before but different albergue. Casa de Jesus this time.

    Today I was praying for those who suffer from depression, social anxiety and alienation. Holy Comforter, please surround these souls who feel lonely and isolated with your loving Presence and help them to find companionship, inner peace, and a sense of belonging and coming home to You. Amen.Leggi altro