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  • Day 3

    Day 3 Barcelos to Ponte de Lima, 34 km

    April 13 in Portugal ⋅ ☁️ 13 °C

    It was a long day but it didn’t feel as hard as yesterday. Weather was fantastic. Sunny, temperature below 20, and sometimes a good breeze. There were fewer cobblestones and and there was more shade. And it finally felt like we had made it to the countryside.

    Today’s featured pilgrims: Louise from South Africa, who is a kinesiologist (I teach in a kinesiology department and I can’t say I know any actual kinesiologists!); Miriam from Germany, with her carved and decorated walking stick; the two Polish sisters and their friend, all of whom walk very fast; the Canadian woman from Alberta, who walks while her husband follows by bike. There was a brief cameo by Niko from Holland, and a quick check via what’s app by Yuning and Florence, whom I will see again tomorrow. Lots of people passing by anytime you stop. But it doesn’t feel overwhelming ( she writes in her quiet private room). And there were two good long stops. One in a crowded bakery where the staff were very nice despite being run off their feet. Every second person came in to buy a fancy cake for Easter, the kind with shiny tops. One of the polish sisters found a €50 note on the floor! Stop #2 was in a kind of depressing taberna around 2:00. The place picked up when the men who’d been playing soccer across the road came in for post game drinks. They were super friendly.

    The day also featured chapels and churches decorated for Easter, a gazillion cats, 2 men riding horses, one of them ( the men) dressed in some kind of nineteenth century outfit, a huge walking group, a pond full of frogs, and a dog who got itself tangled in a vine - on its own driveway- and then could not get out. I asked a woman to stop and then she rang the doorbell of the house several times ( this was before 8 am on a Sunday) until a woman put her head out the window. There were also many scruffy brown sheep and at least 100 male cyclists, most in groups, out for their Sunday morning rides. Do women not ride bicycles ? It’s too weird. The two women cyclist that I did see were travelling with a man who was pulling a baby carrier that was a holding big golden retriever. He, the dog, was wearing a vest with his (boy) name on it, but I can’t remember what it was. Those 4 were on their way to Santiago.

    It was a good day for wildflowers and also for the ubiquitous calla lily. They have been everywhere since Porto but today you really got the sense of how invasive they are. Same deal with the big huge yellow angel trumpet flowers ( I think).

    I am staying in a room 1.3 km past the medieval bridge. It seemed like a good idea when I booked it. I knew it was not right on the Camino, but I clearly did not register how far away it was. It’s fine and my feet made it here. It’s very simple. Some kind of old residence. Things laid out for breakfast. $35 for the single room. It was a day to eat the food I’ve been carrying around.

    All the next days are short. Tomorrow I’ve booked in at a place that has communal dinners, O Ninho. I have not done that camino thing in ages!
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  • Day 7

    Kurze Nächte, lange Märsche

    April 7 in Portugal ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

    Ich bin wieder in der nächsten Unterkunft angekommen. Nach Barcelos haben wir es geschafft. Das sind nur knapp 16km aber wir haben für morgen eine berühmte Unterkunft vor gebucht, die rund 31km entfernt ist, also teilen wir die Kilometer auf die 2 Tage auf.

    Es tut wieder alles ein bisschen weh und die Sonne brutzelt. Ich habe schon Sonnenbrand und um noch mehr zu vermeiden laufe ich in langen Klamotten und Kappe durch die Gegend.

    Die Route heute war deutlich schöner als gestern. Viel mehr Natur, Wald und Wasser und weniger Straße.

    Mehrere neue Bekannte aus der gestrigen Unterkunft sind heute auch da. Zwei Italiener, die ein Pizzarestaurant auf Sardinien besitzen und eine Malaysianerin. Sie wird uns heute Abend auch bekochen, nachdem wir ihr gestern Abend von unseren Nudeln mit Pesto abgegeben haben.

    Die Nächte sind sehr kurz. Es gibt einige laute Schnarcher und um 5-6 Uhr morgens stehen die ersten auf und packen ihr Zeit zusammen. Da ist ruhiges weiterschlafen nicht möglich.

    Wir haben jetzt die ersten 50-60 Kilometer geschafft. 196 sind es noch bis Santiago.
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  • Day 6

    Rates - Tamel

    March 14 in Portugal ⋅ 🌙 9 °C

    Die Nacht war durch einen ziemlich doll schnarchenden Mann etwas unruhig. Morgens setzte ich mich dann nochmal recht erfolglos mit Fluggesellschaft wegen der Kostenrückerstattung auseinander. Dann war es schon 09:00 Uhr und meine Füße taten beim Losgehen ziemlich weh. Die Kombination stellte dann meinen ersten richtigen Tiefpunkt auf dem Camino dar. 🙈
    Die ersten 6 Kilometer zogen sich so auch ziemlich im die Länge.
    Nach 8 Kilometern machte ich dann ne Pause und traf auch Liv wieder. Mir ihr lief ich ein paar Kilometer zusammen. Langsam machte das Laufen dann wieder ziemlich Spaß🥰 Ich bin sehr froh, dass das Wetter so gut war. Ich konnte die letzten zwei Tage immer in kurzer Hose laufen 🩳
    In Barcelos nach 15 Kilometern machte ich dann eine weitere Pause und aß die Reste vom gestern Abend. Liv blieb in der Stadt, während ich noch 10 Kilometer weiter wollte 🥾. Das Laufen ab da war irgendwie nochmal ganz cool und aber auch super anstrengend. Ich war noch einkaufen und lief dann zu der nächsten Alberge. Am Ende ging es dann nochmal ziemlich weit hoch und ich war echt erschöpft, als ich in Tamel endlich ankam. Ich ging erstmal duschen und machte mir dann was zu essen in der Küche unten. Da traf ich auch eine Frau aus Berlin, mit der ich mich ziemlich nett unterhalten habe 🥰
    Ich habe noch ein bisschen Kleidung am Waschbecken gewaschen und war dann aber auch ziemlich platt und ging ins Bett 😴
    Alles in allem dann ein schöner Tag.

    🥾28,3 km
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  • Day 231

    Braga / Le Bom Jesus do Monte

    December 17, 2024 in Portugal ⋅ ☁️ 17 °C

    Ben nous voilà au Portugal. Nous sommes au camping municipal de Braga qui est sympa avec peu de monde. Nous avons profité cet après-midi d’aller visiter Sanctuaire du Bon Jésus du Mont. Nous avons emprunté le funiculaire, qui fonctionne avec de l’eau, pour y monter. Vraiment sympa avec une jolie vue.Read more

  • Day 297

    Bom Jesus do Monte

    November 7, 2024 in Portugal ⋅ ☁️ 18 °C

    Zur Wallfahrtskirche kommt man entweder zu Fuß über 600 Stufen oder man nimmt die einzig noch funktionierende antriebslose Schwerkraftbahn. Hoch sind wir mit der Bahn gefahren. Die Bahnen werden durch Schwerkraft bewegt. Sie sind waagrecht auf einem Wassertank montiert An der Bergstation wird der Tank des dortigen Wagens mit Wasser gefüllt und nach der Ankunft in der Talstation wieder geleert. Der somit schwerere abwärts rollende Wagen zieht den durch den leeren Tank leichteren auf dem anderen Gleis bergwärts.

    Dann ist man oben. Bom Jesús do Monte ist einer der wenigen Wallfahrtsorte Portugals. Umgeben von ganz vielen Blumenbeeten und Wald.
    Die Treppenstufen sind mit Statuen verschiedener Heiliger bebaut. Und jetzt kommt Wikipedia zum Einsatz:

    Das Highlight der Wallfahrtskirche sind die barocken Treppenanlagen, die dich nach oben führen. Sie sind in drei Abschnitte unterteilt, die für sich eine eigene Bedeutung haben. Von der Escadória do Pórtico geht es zur Escadório dos Cinco Sentidos – der »Treppe der fünf Sinne«. Fünf Springbrunnen stellen die fünf Sinne des Menschen dar. Der Escadório das Três Virtudes – die »Treppe der drei Tugenden« stellt den letzten Abschnitt dar und führt dich auf den Vorplatz der Kirche.
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  • Day 5

    Day 5: Pedra Furada to Vila Boa

    October 24, 2024 in Portugal ⋅ ☁️ 68 °F

    Well, I lived through the night at the creepy guesthouse and had an easy walk today, only 11 kms. Rain was forecast for the afternoon, so I was glad to have a shorter walk today. I even had time to stop for a Thai massage in the cool little town of Barcelos before the rain started. Man was that a wonderful massage! My legs and feet were so happy to get a little love. ❤️
    Tonight I am in a little albergue, a guesthouse for Camino pilgrims, called Alojamento Flora (€20 for room w/ bathroom down the hall), just a couple of kilometers past Barcelos. The host is wonderful and made me a delicious bolognese pasta dinner (€10). I’m the only guest again, but fortunately they live here so it’s not as creepy as last night. 😂 I’ve been a little surprised at how few pilgrims I’ve seen in the past two days (like just one guy yesterday). There were definitely more pilgrims on the coastal route. I think it’s a little late in the season and there aren’t as many people walking the Camino right now. Honestly, I’ve been fine walking by myself, and spending quiet evenings alone. I usually talk to my family in the evening and write these reflections, so I haven’t felt lonely. I’m staying in another small family run albergue tomorrow night, but after that, I might try to stop in bigger towns to see if there are other pilgrims to compare notes with. 😊
    Foot report: My feet felt a little tender in a couple of spots today. I will probably use some tape on those spots tomorrow. I did use lambswool under my toes today, but that area really isn’t bothering me at all. After my massage, my legs are feeling pretty good. I’m ready to take on the 15 or so kilometers tomorrow!
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  • Barcelos Day 2

    September 23, 2024 in Portugal ⋅ ⛅ 63 °F

    I was going to take a side trip to Braga today, but no. Especially babying the knee. I did laundry, bought some Voltaren at the Farmacia and some snacks for tomorrow’s trek. Wandered around, took some pics. Broke down in tears, fought back a panic attack, mailed a couple post cards and sat in companionable silence with a woman and her dog. She asked if I was cold, I pointed to my sweatshirt tied around my waist. We both sighed and yawned, marveling at the beauty of the day, unable to speak more than the simplest words, yet connected to some kind of magnificence.

    Inner journey: I can make myself nuts over doing the simplest new thing. I can spend an inordinate amount of energy circling around what ifs. And then I can find my heart and breath and all is well again. It takes a little time and a lot of intention, and pretty flowers and a scruffy dog help too.
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  • Rest day in Barcelos

    September 22, 2024 in Portugal ⋅ 🌙 64 °F

    Boy I needed the rest. I don’t think I was as physically ready as I thought I was. But then I didn’t really know what to expect even after watching a zillion You Tubes. I’m not going to focus on pain so I won’t mention that. Just happy to have advil.

    I slept in, got breakfast, went back to bed. There’s a Middle Ages fair going on across the way. Biggest Ren Faire I’ve ever seen. I ventured out to find some recommended sites, try some local food, not just pilgrim meals— typically cabbage soup, a plate with some meat and 2 starches and a little lettuce and tomato salad. So with the fair, lots of places were open today, Sunday.

    One of the churches had a sign about today being Pax day (I think). So I’m imagining all my prayers for peace, written on my insoles, spoken through my lips and felt in my heart, being magnified by prayers all over the world. Yes! Yesterday while I was waiting for a taxi, a white dove lighted on the light pole across the street, just long enough for me to notice. Its a sign, I say.

    The inner journey— honor my timing and my limitations. My body knows better than my thoughts and ambitions.
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  • Vila do Conde to Barcelos

    September 22, 2024 in Portugal ⋅ ☁️ 63 °F

    Foggy start. Sooo glad my travel planner taxied me to San Pedro de Rates because traversing that highway in this soup would have been treacherous. At least the fires seem to be managed.

    Sun came out by 10:30 and it was a lovely day meandering through farmland, small villages, walled roads. My love/hate, mostly hate, relationship with cobblestones was severely tested. I found my mantra, “may I be blessed on cobblestones”. It works for walking. And the courteous drivers of the cities were replaced by Grand Prix drivers taking blind curves at top speeds. More than once I pressed against a moss-covered wall to continue to be 3 dimensional. I guess for those villagers, the only good pilgrim is a flat pilgrim.

    Its corn harvest season here. I watched one family at work. Teenage daughter yanked ears off stalks and heaved them into the already mowed (?) area. Tweeny son acted petulantly instead of picking up ears. Papa ran the stalk mulcher. Uncle drove the truck to wherever corn stalk mulch goes, a good bit blowing on to the side of the dirt road.
    Smells of fermenting corn stalk mulch, manure fertilizer being added to overturned earth, one pungent dairy farm. And the oh so lovely eucalyptus groves and pine trees.
    Sounds of pigeons, doves, farm equipment, roofing tiles being hammered, cars roaring over cobblestones, and pubs with soccer games on the tube.

    For my inner journey, I felt that what I needed came to me. A cafe for a pit stop, a trash receptacle, a quiet place to pee, a stone to rest on, a restaurant with friendly people who spoke English, a perfect place to wait for a taxi. I used to think that I couldn’t get what I wanted but maybe that’s not true. Tuning inward, the wants are simpler.
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  • Day 6

    Day 3: Barcelos to Balugaes

    September 21, 2024 in Portugal ⋅ ⛅ 22 °C

    Saturday 21 September

    Whether the yellow arrow that marks the way is faded on crumbling walls, or a bold marker impossible to miss - it’s there at every turn or crossroads to keep you on track. I missed it twice today. Once while I was walking with Margit from Austria. I’d met her a few hours earlier when we’d both stopped to rest in the shade of a high wall. ‘Oh why oh why isn’t there a bench when you need one?’ she said with a laugh as she leaned against the wall. We chatted for a few minutes before I hoisted up my bag and moved on. Two hundred metres or so further on, I came upon a bench, the first and last I saw that day. I took a seat and waited for Margit to catch up. ‘Here’s the bench you asked for. Now where’s a cold drink when you need it?’ I said.

    We walked together for a while and, 30 or so minutes later we reached a fountain, the first and last of the day. ‘Here’s that cold drink you asked for,’ she said.

    We filled our bottles and continued. A while later, as we chatted away, we heard a loud whistle behind us. A man repairing part of a wall at the church we’d just passed waved us over and pointed to the arrow we’d just missed, saving us from having to backtrack later. ‘Buen Camino,’ he wished us. ‘Obrigado, obrigado.’ we replied.

    An hour or so later, as I walked alone on a quiet street, an old man walked out of a driveway 30 metres ahead and waved, then pointed back in the direction from which I’d come. I retraced my steps and spotted the faint arrow I’d missed. I waved back and shouted ‘obrigado’ as he disappeared behind the wall from behind which he had so suddenly appeared.

    Passing through a forest of bluegums, I remembered that I hadn’t done much stretching during the day. I stopped to lean against one of the many smooth tree trunks that lined the dusty road and started some calf stretches. ‘But maybe I don’t really need to stretch anymore - the tendonitis has been so much better since I started this walk.’ I laughed.

    I looked up and saw a blue smiley face someone had drawn on white trunk just above head height.

    A day of real Camino magic.
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