Camino Frances

August - October 2019
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  • Day 11

    Reaping the Benefits of Past Lessons

    September 9, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 70 °F

    Estella, Spain
    After a great breakfast of bread, yogurt, sausage, cheese, fresh figs, freshly squeezed orange juice and café con leche, a veritable feast by most breakfast standards here, we crossed over the stone bridge leading out of Puente la Reina and headed for Estella. The 13.6 miles provided ample opportunity to reflect on lessons from many teachers in our past. Starting with my high school math teacher Mr. Esch, who taught me all about hypotenuses...good to know when trying to conserve energy and maximize distance. Sailing mentors Rick and Julie taught us valuable passage making skills applicable to the Camino, akin to a long passage but on land. Have your gear organized so you can find what you want when you need it. If you aren't going to use it, it's just deck fluff and not worth the space/weight. Monitor your water supply. Start with plan A, be cognizant of the elements, and adjust accordingly. Experienced pilgrims of the Tampa Bay Chapter of APOC (American Pilgrims on Camino) and elsewhere gave us valuable information and resources for equipment and strategy. Thanks to all the fitness instructors at the gym who whipped our sorry rears into shape. I could go on and on, but the point is that we are not making this journey on our own. We feel extremely blessed to have all the people in our lives who have pushed and pulled us forward to this point. Hopefully we have and will do the same for others. While traversing the Rioja region of Spain we passed beautiful countryside. The soil has turned from pasty clay to a rich umber, with fertile fields of vineyards, olive trees, and asparagus in addition to little vegetable gardens. You know you are in wine country when you see barrels of wine rather than bottles of milk on the doorstep! History is ever present as we walked remnants of ancient Roman roads, the superhighway of the Roman Empire. Our lodging tonight is in an ancient hostel built in 1795 as a tannery. Accommodations this trip have run the gamut from bunk beds in multi person rooms with exam table paper coverings masquerading as sheets and a shower down the hall with your only token getting you 5 minutes of water to private hotel rooms with genuine sheets and private bathrooms. We're just always grateful for a clean bed. We've learned mundane things like toilet seats are optional but toilet paper essential and sometimes you have to wave as you heed the call of nature to keep the timed light sensors from plunging you into darkness at the most inopportune times. It's the simple things in life that mean so much.Read more

  • Day 12

    The Scout and the Scribe

    September 10, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 59 °F

    Los Arcos, Spain
    The weather forecast called for rain today, so we made the command decision to send our backpacks ahead and only carry daypacks. We knew the rain would slow us down and figured by lightening the load we might be able to split the difference. Our goal was to get over the hill and down the deep descent before the rain hit and made everything slick. We've learned to pay close attention to topography in addition to distance and weather. We got an early start, though couldn't help but stop at the famous Fuente de Irache, where red wine runs from one spigot and water from the other. Camino tradition is for pilgrims to fill their scallop shells and sip. Was 8:30 am here, but I'm sure it's 5 o'clock somewhere 😉. We didn't linger as the rainbow on the horizon confirmed that the weatherman got it right. When the rain hit, we dug out our handy dandy ponchos and persevered. After all the jokes made while cruising in the Caribbean about having a poncho, we were very glad to have them. The rain was accompanied by a stiff head wind, making the going a challenge. Fortunately the path was not overly slick and we arrived in Los Arcos with plenty of time for arrival beverages. We've settled into a routine when we reach our daily destination. First comes showers and laundry. Then Mike goes and scouts out the local area for a place to eat as well as the route for the next morning. He's been known to settle in for a beer while I chill in the room and write the blog. We make a great team and I'm very grateful that we're sharing this journey together.Read more

  • Day 13

    Camino Treasure Hunt

    September 11, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 68 °F

    Viana, Spain
    At the first light of day, pilgrims silently exit from doorways and file out of Los Arcos in a steady stream. Sometimes it feels like a treasure hunt as we look for clues guiding us to our destination. From crude hand painted yellow arrows to beautiful brass scallop shells or cement monuments with the Camino symbol, the signs provide reassurance that we are on the right path. Sometimes just following a group of pilgrims will do, but every now and then it can lead you astray. Best to trust in God but verify the route. We had some hastily procured items from a bakery for breakfast, not bad for a quick start. But when you get your Fitbit buzz (10,000 steps or about 3.5 miles to the uninitiated) before finding your morning café con leche, motivation takes on a new meaning. Enroute to Viana we passed a church with possibly Templar origins. The religious or spiritual aspect of the Camino varies from pilgrim to pilgrim. Last night we attended a pilgrims mass at the Iglesia de Santa Maria de Los Arcos, a different experience for a Baptist and a life long Lutheran. As the service began, the lights of the main altar were turned on, revealing a dazzling, incredibly ornate display of gold carvings and sculptures. Quite the contrast from the simple prayer service we witnessed in an open field conducted by a Jewish couple earlier. We all connect with God in different ways, or perhaps not at all. On an interesting note, Spain had significant Jewish and Moorish populations before they were forced to convert and later expelled. Evidence exists in the carvings of some of the churches to indicate they were made by these craftsmen, as they do not read from left to right Christian style, but rather right to left. If we could work together back then...Read more

  • Day 14

    Camino Leapfrog

    September 12, 2019 in Spain ⋅ 🌙 82 °F

    Logrono, Spain
    Leaving the village of Viana, bound for Logrono, a city of 152k+, we continue to engage in a form of leap frog with other pilgrims. You recognize the faces and packs even if you have yet to make their acquaintance. The forerunner pulls ahead, only to be passed while slowing for sustenance or rest. The greeting of "hola" announces your presence, followed by "Buen Camino" as the pass is in progress. Sometimes a conversation ensues and pilgrims walk together or conversations break out during rest stops at shared tables or benches. Finding a common language is the first order of business, followed by an exchange of information and support. For the most part, pilgrims come to the assistance of those in need. Moral support goes a long way. We've met interesting people on the Camino from a variety of countries, stages in life, all doing the pilgrimage for their own reasons and in their own way. Spoke with a young lady from Ireland who did the Camino from Sarria to Santiago de Compostela last year with her father to pull him through his grief after her mother died. They had such a wonderful experience, getting to know each other and forging a bond in a new way. They are now coming back and doing segments each year, this time starting in Pamplona and walking for 4 days. A "Camino family" of 4 was quite accommodating of multiple styles. What started as a brother and sister duo from Seattle with very disparate levels of fitness, expanded to incorporate another lady from California and a Canadian gentleman. The brother, Dan, would get up early and hit the trail. The sister and rest of the group would follow behind. They would meet up at designated locations and spend the night in lodging arranged by the sister. Dan led a colorful life, having spent 10 years on an Alaskan fishing boat. He subsequently became a tugboat captain, working 28 days on followed by 28 days off. At the ripe old age of 57 he's retired and serving as a full-time caregiver for his mother in law. The Camino is his respite break. Helen, a British lady, is walking the Camino solo and sets a wicked pace. She recently left a career of working with handicapped children, a field both physically and mentally challenging. We entered the Logrono old town square at just the right moment, when she needed moral support to deal with a horrible night at the albergue. She was also dealing with blisters, a Camino reality but new experience for her. Over café con leche her spirits picked up and she left with a feasible blister plan in place rather than relying on wives tales remedies that do more harm than good. We were sorry to say goodbye to Terry and Kaye, an Australian couple we've played leapfrog with since our first stop in Orisson. We've shared many coffees and dinners, exchanging stories along the way. They are taking a train from Logrono to expedite the journey as their timetable is rather packed. Hopefully our paths will cross again someday. Buen Camino!Read more

  • Day 15

    The Pharmacist is your Friend

    September 13, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 73 °F

    Ventosa, Spain
    We sprang for a small efficiency apartment in Logrono. Javier, the proprietor, was a doll, letting us check in early and dispensing insider sightseeing advice. The biggest treat was a washing machine! After a while rinsing clothes out in the sink needs a little assistance. We considered yesterday a rest day as Logrono is only 5.8 miles from Viana. It gave us time to have coffee with new friends, explore the city and Mike even got a haircut. Logrono to Ventosa was back on track with 12.1 miles to cover. It was a rough night as Mike came down with a hacking cough. Probably inhaled too much dust on the trail and it's catching up with him. I went into the nurse mode, fussing about fluids and subjecting him to postural drainage and percussion to try to loosen things up. Long time since I've practiced those skills, but it's like riding a bike. Fortunately the walk to Ventosa was fairly level with only a few minor hills. He was able to catch a nap after arrival beverages. We've made a special effort to be very health conscious on this endeavor, eating bananas and other fruit plus electrolyte replacement drinks to counter the effects of our sweat pumps working overtime. We have patronized our share of pharmacies to obtain necessary supplies. Of course with a pharmacist in the family we ended up getting into a discussion with a Spanish pharmacist regarding practice in Spain versus the USA. In Spain they dispense predominantly prepackaged items rather than all the bottle filling and labeling that occupies much time in the USA. Ibuprofen is readily available in our grocery stores but doled out in small quantities from behind the pharmacy counter here. She also pointed out that Spain is a land of many contradictions. Regular strength Voltaren gel is a prescription item here, yet you can buy double strength Voltaren over the counter. Go figure. Pharmacies are strategically located along the Camino and stocked with a wide variety of remedies for ailments common to pilgrims. In addition to medication, Spanish pharmacists spend a good deal of time dispensing advice and health teaching. On the Camino they are a pilgrim's best friend.Read more

  • Day 16

    Small Towns versus Cities

    September 14, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 75 °F

    Ventosa, Spain
    Our stopover in Ventosa, population 175, was a delight. We stayed in an 18th century stone house that had been restored. Our proprietress was very gracious and prepared a delicious paella dinner that we shared with a British couple. They did the last 100 km of the Camino in May with a group of friends and had such a positive experience that they decided to come back and do the entire Camino Frances in September. A lively dinner conversation ensued. Brexit is a hot topic and all the Brits we've met so far would prefer to remain in the EU. Time will tell. Even though Najera, our next stop, is a hop, skip and a jump down the road, we got an early start. It's rather warm in La Rioja, and better to walk before the heat of day sets in. As we walked through the vineyards, I tried to restrain myself. Do I really need another picture of grapevines?? I resisted temptation until I spotted green as opposed to purple grapes. Different variety justified more photos. Even though La Rioja region is noted for red wines, they also produce some whites. Red rose hips, figs, apples and loquats merited equal time. Short days are perfect for stopping to smell the roses. Entering Najera, population 8k, you can't help but feel welcome when you pass a sign saying "Peregrino: En Najera, najerino" in essence pilgrim, in Najera you are one of us. The flavor of the Camino is very different in small towns versus cities like Pamplona. Small towns embrace pilgrims as a vital part of life and the economy. In cities pilgrims are those somewhat bedraggled figures who might smell a little too tired and whose contribution to the economy is diluted out by other industries. While each has its place, we prefer the charm of the villages. Before we started, though, our joke was that if we got separated along the way, we'd meet at the second bar. The beer is supposedly more expensive at the first place. Works fine in the bigger places, but when you're passing through a one-horse town, you gotta go with what you have and stop when you can. No guarantees of a second place. As it turns out, Najera is small enough to be welcoming, but large enough for multiple options. It's Saturday and the town is a buzz of activity. Folks are in the markets, children and families in the park engaging in serial tug of war competitions and jumping in a moon bounce while the music blares. We visited the Monastery of Santa Maria la Real, an impressive Gothic structure with roots in Spanish history and royalty. The church was constructed around 1422, the cloister added between 1517-18, and the main altar of the church around 1690. While originally for Benedictine monks and the burial grounds for Rioja, Navarrese, and Basque royalty, the buildings were repurposed multiple times until 1889 when it was designated a national monument and Franciscans took up occupancy. The intricately carved stone archways resembled lace indicating amazing craftsmanship considering the tools of the time. The woodwork in the choir loft and altarpieces were equally phenomenal. We were glad we arrived when we did and had the opportunity to see it all, as flowers adorned the pews and altar in preparation for a wedding. As we left, the street leading to the church was filling with Najerans decked out in their finest, headed for the wedding.Read more

  • Day 17

    Small World

    September 15, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 70 °F

    Santo Domingo de la Calzada, Spain
    We decided to send our backpacks ahead today, as both of us have picked up the Camino cough and are engaged in a serious competition to see who can hock up a lung first. For the record, Mike is winning. It's supposed to be partly sunny today with rain later in the week. Fortunately, from our sailing days we know that the weather forecast is simply a starting point and it's always a good idea to take a look and trust what you see. Those clouds on the horizon sure looked like rain. So, after we left our backpacks containing our ponchos at the pickup point, we quickly retraced our steps to retrieve the ponchos. Sure enough, within the hour we were wearing them. I also got a chance to try out my new tips. My poles have small points that not only make quite a clatter on city streets but can be downright tricky when they catch in cracks. We finally found a pair of rubber tips that fit and slip on easily when needed. Whenever I broke them out today, Mike was sure to say, "nice tips!" My mother definitely got it right when she told us we were easily amused. We came across a couple today who had baby on board signs dangling from their backpacks. Couldn't resist such a conversation piece. Jonathan and Marina are from Puerto Ordaz, Venezuela, currently residing in Texas. They were familiar with Puerto la Cruz, where I grew up. Small world. We agreed that the current situation is very sad, and they said their family didn't want them to come home because of it. Marina is 4 months pregnant and what a shame to not be able to share this time with her family. We had a lively discussion of the importance of leadership and voting. When we get to the Cruz de Ferro, we'll be praying for Venezuela as well as the USA. Entering the town of Ciruena, ancient was juxtaposed with modern as we passed by a golf course. Now how many pilgrims do you suppose are toting golf clubs in their packs? We all have our own ideas of the essentials. We arrived in Santo Domingo de la Calzada around 1pm. Santo Domingo was an 11th century monk/engineer who dedicated his life to looking out for the pilgrims by building many of the roads, bridges, churches and hospices to facilitate the journey. He located this town strategically to facilitate safe passage for pilgrims. We are treating ourselves to a stay at Parador Santo Domingo Bernardo de Fresneda, located in the medieval Monastery of San Francisco. The historic site with thick stone walls is truly amazing. Should be a quiet place for a good night’s rest.Read more

  • Day 18

    Destiny

    September 16, 2019 in Spain ⋅ 🌧 75 °F

    Belorado, Spain
    Last night on the way to dinner we stopped in to visit the Catedral de Santo Domingo de la Calzada. They had a pilgrim admission rate, but I had forgotten to bring my pilgrim credencial. Silly girl. The guy at the entrance took one look at us and our feet and declared we were pilgrims. The Spanish people tend to be very stylish and few would venture out in our plain attire and sandals, not to mention all the moleskin. What we thought would be a quick look see easily turned into an hour as we wandered around the immense structure filled with elaborate altars, a crypt, and the infamous chicken coop with a live chicken and rooster (yes, in the church up high behind glass and a wrought iron grill). We learned more about Santo Domingo de la Calzada. Turns out he was not a monk, having applied to the monastery and was rejected. He became somewhat of a hermit and dedicated his life to looking after pilgrims by building bridges, roads and hospices. Some refer to him as the most important engineer from the 11th and 12th centuries. Moral of the story... not getting into your first-choice school is nothing new and just because you don't, doesn't mean the end of your future. You can still accomplish great things. The elaborate churches and cathedrals we have seen so far are a testimony to the immense power, riches and influence of the church long ago. What a contrast to today, when many are fighting for survival as frequently people are "born" into a faith but do not practice. We got an early start this morning since rain was in the forecast. We were hoping to cover the 14+ miles to Belorado before the rain set in. We are leaving behind the vineyards of the La Rioja region and heading into the wheat and corn fields of Castile. At our morning coffee stop in Granon we shared a table with a Dutch father and son duo. The son had just graduated from school and his father was treating (?) him to the Camino. What an experience and bond to share, though it may be a while before the son truly appreciates the gift. We also ran into our British friend Helen and our Venezuelan friends Jonathan and Marina. We're all headed to Belorado and we beat the rain!Read more

  • Day 19

    Nature and more Nature

    September 17, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 75 °F

    Atapuerca, Spain
    2 weeks on the Camino...269.6 km down, 510.3 to go and we're still walking, talking to each other, and smiling after completing 30 km, our longest day. Last night for dinner Mike had alubianas (red beans) with morcillo, a local blood sausage, hoping to be jet propelled. Alas he had to make it all under his own power. We got an early start, leaving under the light of a full moon as we exited Belorado. We were treated to an exquisite sunrise before Tosantos. We kept trucking until we reached Espinosa del Camino for our morning coffee/ orange juice stop. We are communing with Mother Nature in all her glory, interrupted only by periodic little villages. The wide-open fields were recently harvested and we're seeing birds for a change and lots of bugs from freshly mowed fields. Field mice are also thriving, and a good mouser is worth her weight in gold. One brought her catch to an area beside one of our coffee stops. She entertained the pilgrims with her game of cat and mouse, tossing her treasure into the air and leaping sideways in between pounces. Poor little mouse didn't stand a chance. The rich brown earth of freshly tilled fields was so inviting, I was tempted to run my fingers through it. Knowing I was facing 30 kms kept me on track. Most of the day was a steady ascent on a hill that just wouldn't end. When we thought the trail had leveled off, we'd come around a bend and continue to climb. Evidence of last night’s rain in the form of mini ponds to transverse and lots of red clay mud kept us zigzagging, adding to the distance to our destination. We passed through pine scented forests carpeted with ferns. In the clearing pretty little flowers sprung from the ground similar to the way crocus emerge through snow. It was also the first time we've seen cattle and horses grazing in a field since the Pyrenees. We finally reached Atapuerca, an archeological site where human remains over 800,000 years old have been discovered, around 2:30. Our lodging is ancient, with stone walls over 2 feet thick and massive rustic wooden beams crisscrossing the low ceiling of our room under the eaves. In the description of the facility, they listed having toilet paper (wahoo!) with sheets and towels available for a fee. Bedbugs free of charge... only kidding, I hope. Should be an interesting night.Read more

  • Day 20

    Rocks R Us

    September 18, 2019 in Spain ⋅ 🌩️ 68 °F

    Burgos, Spain
    We shared a delightful dinner at our hotel with Clive and Michael, 2 British gentlemen we met previously in Belorado and Christine, a French physician. In Atapuerca, population 124, you're bound to run into people you know. We all headed to bed early, exhausted from the extra-long walk. In our room under the eaves, it was reminiscent of being on the boat when a big rainstorm hit in the middle of the night. I listened to the rat-a-tat-tat of the rain above me while Mike leapt out of bed to close the hatch or rather the skylight. I think we tossed and turned a lot during the night from over exhaustion. By morning it was obvious that Mike would be out of commission due to shin splints. His left shin is red and swollen. He agreed, after much persuasion, to take a cab to Burgos where we have a scheduled rest day. Hopefully with 2 days' rest, ice, elevation, and ibuprofen he'll be able to get back on track. I left him with Jennifer our innkeeper and instructions to have the arrival beverages ready in Burgos. I started out thinking it should be a fairly easy day with just one little hill at the beginning, followed by a straight shot of relatively flat terrain to the destination. The path up the hill was a sea of rocks and any earth that might have been mixed in had been washed by the wayside into a thick and tenacious mud. In proper billy goat fashion, I picked my way up the hill with my poles to compensate for only having 2 rather than 4 legs. Down the hill to the first rest stop in Cardenuela Riopico I ran into Clive and Michael. The three of us fell into a steady rhythm and walked together the rest of the way, solving the world's problems. Thank heavens for their company as the Camino was mostly paved roads poorly marked, going through the industrial section of Villafria which then merged into Burgos. It was quite the slog, and I was very glad to have the companionship of these fascinating fellows. Burgos is the end of the line for them and I was sorry to say goodbye as we went our separate ways to lodging. Perhaps we'll run into them tomorrow as we're all spending an extra day here.Read more