Contemplations

It’s a week now, and this year’s Camino is nothing like any of those I walked prior. While there is a small group of pilgrims forming that try to walk or dine together, most walking and dining isBaca selengkapnya
It’s a week now, and this year’s Camino is nothing like any of those I walked prior. While there is a small group of pilgrims forming that try to walk or dine together, most walking and dining isBaca selengkapnya
Today will be a slightly more strenuous day, compared to yesterday’s walk in the park. 27km, which is OK, but 38°C and no stops for most of it.
Right now it’s cool and fun to walk. We’ll seeBaca selengkapnya
What threatened to be a hot and dusty day was made much more bearable by long stretches of forest that broke up the red clay paths leading into the Atapuerca Valley. Here archeologists discovered theBaca selengkapnya
Breakfast with Maria and Esther and Gerhard from Spain and Holland.
Today we’re starting a little later and will stop on Burgos for the museum of human evolution.
1200000 years of human history have been found on this hill, from the first Europeans to the scars of the battle of Atapuerca and the graves of Franco’s reign of terror.
We’re not staying here. Passing through, looking at the city of El Cid and the gateway to the Meseta.
I am in Tardajos, the gateway to the Meseta. Today was a strange day. It was an easy walk, mostly downhill except for a brief climb across Atapuerca (see last Footprint). It is July 25, the day of St.Baca selengkapnya
My Hostel bed for tonight. The lower bunk, a luxury on the Camino, near a window for airflow, and with extra pillow height. On the Camino, that’s the definition of heaven.
My walk of the Meseta has begun. A cool wind pushes me forward, and the endless wheat fields seem to wave me towards my goal for the day, Hontanas. It is getting flatter and the only mental excitementBaca selengkapnya
Todays 23 kilometer flew by. After a stop in Hornillos to recharge the empty coffee battery, the way just rolled a bit and led to San Bol, where I cooled my feet and rested in the shade until it wasBaca selengkapnya
PelancongMikka. Perhaps it is true you can never go back again. It seems from reading in the past this was very social. And now not so much. If you came next year perhaps even different again. I fear leaving and going back to Vietnam. What it was once to me can never be again. Will I like it? Is it so different? Perhaps we all ask the same questions when we come back to a thing. I don’t personally believe there is a going back. Everything changes but our memories are frozen in time. That can be good. And bad.