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  • Day30

    Sarria to Portomarín

    May 19, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 64 °F

    Hello from Portomarín, Spain. I will start this entry by quoting Forrest Gump when he decided to stop running. “ I’m pretty tired, I think I will go home now....and just like that, my running days was over”. My version: “ I’m pretty tired, I think I will go home now...and just like that, my walking days are over”. So, I left Sarria at around 6:30 am and walked until 4pm. I covered 15 miles...short of the 18 miles that I needed to make reaching Santiago possible. But, throughout the day, I kept thinking about which direction I wanted to head in...keep on as is, or head to Portugal. I have experienced the Camino, the miles, the people, the good and the bad. I have seen the country..from the east to the west. I have found what I needed to the end, I do not need to reach is about the journey and not about any reward at the end. There is a whole other European country just south of me that I have never seen....a great time to see it I think. As I sit here writing this tonight from the veranda of a pensione/albergue in Portomarín. I have a private room for $33 and am sitting on the veranda, sipping local wine at $1.50 a glass, eating local olives which are most likely free and enjoying a great view of the river. And, all the while thinking....I think I will mosey on down to Porto, Portugal tomorrow and check out the city and the beaches before I go home. Who’s the wild man now?! I am feeling like a king as I sit here. I found this place on the edge of town...I should be in the city taking photos but, I have no desire to move from this spot so I think I will order dinner and watch the sun go down right from here. That’s the thing about the Camino, one minute you are slogging through the mud or baking in the hot sun while on the trail but an hour are living life. Yes, my knee hurts and my feet are sore and my clothes have a funky smell by now but hey, sitting out, I don’t really care. So, I have to plan my travel to Porto...with any luck, Iwill arrive by tomorrow evening. I will keep the blog going as Portugal, I am told is a beautiful place. Goodnight from Portomarín and as always, thank you for checking in!Read more

  • Day143

    Portomarín - July 22

    July 22, 2018 in Spain ⋅ 🌙 66 °F

    July 22

    We walked past the 100 kilometers to go marker today - Woohoo!!!! When we finished in Portomarín, we checked, and we only have 94.7 kilometers (58.8 miles to go).

    We had another beautiful morning/day with a lot of climbing. I think this whole last part of this journey is climbing and descending over and over. I love going up...not a big fan of the downs, especially if they are steep. One big change today was the huge increase in the number of people walking. There are many different Caminos, and they are now merging together as we get close to Santiago. Also, many people only do the last 100 kilometers in order to get the Compostela. We are fine with it, though. We have had over 400 miles without the crowds.

    We got to walk and do some cafe time with some of our favorite young women today. One is from Rochester, NY, one is from Madrid, and one is from Denmark. They met quite awhile ago on the trail and have been hiking together. We love their giggles and their laughter. They brighten our day every time we see them.

    We also saw Sasha and Vlad today. They are from Serbia originally, but live in Boston. We hadn’t seen them for awhile, so it was nice to hike with them into Portomarín, where Pakuchan, Paul, and Mirabelle were also staying 🙂. Our friend, Andy, is ahead of us now...hoping to see him in Santiago.

    At dinner tonight, we all discussed when we plan to arrive in Santiago. Most are planning on the 26th, but Alan and I plan to arrive on the 27th. We are going to do a couple of shorter/easier days during this last 58 miles. We have the time, and our bodies will appreciate it. I know I will enjoy sleeping in a bit 🙂!

    State of our Bodies After 441 miles:
    1. Alan’s ball of his foot still bothers him time to time, but so far so good 🙂
    2. My first blister healed up right away, so my left heel decided to get one. It looks like it will go away quickly, also.
    3. Today was a great day for our backs- neither of us had any tightness at all
    4. Yesterday, I thought I was much younger than 56 and did a little jogging downhill. Today, I am paying for it with a sore groin muscle. Alan says I can’t run anymore 😂😂

    Tomorrow’s destination is Palas de Rei - 15.3 miles.
    5 more days until Santiago!!!
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  • Day49

    Photos walking to Portomarin

    October 10, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C

    Will just try 3...forgot to mention that now in Galicia there are Camino signposts with an arrow, and giving the distance to Santiago in kilometres, to 3 decimal points!! We wonder why they didn’t place them when it was a simple distance not needing decimal points.

  • Day24

    Twenty first stop - Portomarín

    May 22, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C

    Barbadelos -> 17km -> Portomarín
    Today's shorter walk will allow for a resting afternoon. We are down to the last 100km - only 4 days left until Santiago! It feels so long and so short at the same time. Off to see what's here!

  • Day31

    Portomarin 24 km

    September 30, 2017 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 20 °C

    Ok, der Pilgertourismus hat mit verlassen von Sarria devinitiv begonnen. Die Pilgerströme scheinen den ganzen Tag nicht abzureissen, fühle mich nun mehr als Tourist statt als Pilger. Zuerst wollte ich hier schnellstens durchlaufen, werde jetzt aber eher die gemütliche Variante nehmen. Der Weg ist ist im Moment sehr schön und geht gröstenteils über alte Römerwege.Read more

  • Day16

    Sarria to Portomarin

    October 3, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    We all well knew that our journey along the Way of St James was rapidly drawing to a close. Tomorrow we would arrive at the famous ancient Cathedral of Santiago and our own Caminos would be over. After sharing so much together over the past two weeks I am not really sure if we are actually wanting the experience to end, or whether some part of us would like it to continue for longer.

    Although we only completed a part of the entire Camino, it was impossible for us not be effected by the passion that draws so many people together in a united goal. In such a fragmented and divided world it is rare to see so many people of so many different races and faiths all drawn along by some invisible force to just "walk to Santiago". Whether or not you really believe that Santiago is literally the final resting place of St James, it is still a very moving experience to be a very small part of.

    The path was soon shrouded in a foggy mist which filled the valley. It seemed entirely appropriate and reminded me of the misty drizzle that had accompanied us as we departed from Roncesvalles on what seemed like a lifetime ago. The path very quickly turned uphill and we were all measuring our steps as we gained altitude. I looked around at the crowd that was around me and tried to imagine what had drawn each of them from far and wide to this same point in time and place. For a short while our lives would be tied together, and we would soon part to disperse all over the planet.

    The crowded path gave us a great opportunity to chat with other walkers, This had been something that I had been looking forward to, even before beginning the Camino. The conversations would usually begin with "Where are you from ?". The rest would flow freely. There is something about walking side by side with someone that encourages inhibitions to slide and for serious matters to come to the surface easily.

    Along the way there were regular Camino posts which steadily counted down the distance to Santiago, unfortunately many of these were covered in graffiti. It is so hard to comprehend why so many would feel inclined to permanently damage these markers by writing their names all over them or worse still, stealing the brass distance marker itself.

    The 100 km post has special significance, unfortunately it was the most defaced of all the previous ones. Dozens of walkers had covered the post with their names and other messages.

    The rolling hills rewarded us with amazing views, but also "blessed" our tired legs with numerous steep climbs and descents. Although my feet have fared pretty well after walking well over 200 km in the previous ten days, there was no doubt that my legs were tired and my toes would be very glad to be finally freed from my walking shoes.

    We stopped for lunch at a busy café. There was a continual queue outside the single toilet and a waiter that would have done the legendary Manuel proud. Fortunately the food was OK and we were soon on our way again.

    The walk ended with a very steep descent down to Portomarin. At this late stage of the day and after 8 hard days of walking, all of our calves were protesting loudly. We then had to cross a huge (and VERY high) bridge across the Belesar Reservoir. The height made some of our walkers feel strong vertigo.

    It was a relief when we finally saw our parked bus and Raoul our driver. It had been one of the longest days of the trip, but the scenery was worth it. I checked the GPS and it told me that we had walked 24.5 km. No wonder I was a little worse for wear.

    All that remained was a transfer to our hotel at Arzua. Unfortunately this ageing 2 star Hotel Teodora was the worst of the trip. Situated right on a busy road the noise continued all night long, supplemented by the loud shouting of boozed up backpackers till after 3 am in the morning. At 2.30 am someone chose to add even more noise by racing up and down the street outside and dropping wheelspins along the way.

    The non air conditioned rooms were hot and tiny and mine came complete with the lingering smell of tobacco smoke (in spite of the prominent non smoking sign). In a surprise twist of events the evening meal was easily the best (and certainly the most copious) we had enjoyed for the entire trip. So much so that much food was left piled on plates uneaten.

    Tomorrow we will complete our Camino and finally get our first sight of the famous Santiago Cathedral.
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  • Day41


    June 12, 2017 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 64 °F

    There are a couple ways to describe the days following O Cebreiro.

    One is as the guidebooks do. I'd now entered Galicia, a region in Spain's Northwest filled with small farms, large hills, and forests of pine and eucalyptus. Galicia's climate is influenced by the Atlantic, its culture by the Celts, its language (Gallego) by the Portuguese.

    It'd be no less accurate, though, to describe this stretch as something of a circus. Since anyone who walks the final 100km to Santiago qualifies for a Compostela, the number of people on the trail swells 10x practically overnight.

    The fresh enthusiasm of these new pilgrims wasn't altogether unpleasant, but it was a jarring shift from the weeks before. I often found myself feeling like a single car in a train hurtling west.

    That said, I have great memories from this time -- joining a couple from San Antonio on a roller-coaster descent from O Cebreiro via bike; three evenings with new friends from Italy; a song-filled dinner with a table of Aussies and Kiwis.

    I'm thankful too for those few hours I enjoyed relative solitude, cool mornings, and eucalyptus scents and shade. Thankful also for the challenges, and the feelings of strength and pride, as my legs and lungs chewed up hills that would have kicked my ass weeks before.

    One especially hot and long day from Melide to A Brea capped this time, and put me within striking distance of Santiago...
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  • Day43


    June 5, 2017 in Spain ⋅ 🌬 19 °C

    Stayed the night in the Xunta municipal. The town has been moved to allow the Belesar reservoir to fill, including this Igrexa de San Xoan linked to the Knights of St John. It was built as a fortress with four towers enclosing a single barrel vaulted nave.
    4 Spanish people kept us awake giggling and chatting until past 11 and playing music at 06:30 on their iPhone to start the day.Read more

  • Day33

    Day 31. Portomarin

    October 5, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 26 °C

    Wow today is a milestone day.
    1. A very busy day , full of new starters & day packers, new shoes clothes & bags.
    2. We crossed the 100kms mark (700kms down & 100kms to go)
    3. Crossing the 100km mark means we are now in double digit territory with only 4 walking days to go !!

    Seeing all the newcomers and there clean clothes, small bags and jolly smiles was hard at first, just like they said it would be, but we are all here to do our Camino our way so no judgement just a challenging moment to overcome.

    Well another big day tomorrow, but we are just getting so close now, I can feel the excitement of the end!!
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  • Day17

    Portomarin - Climbing into a dammed town

    October 5, 2017 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C

    A pleasant day of walking today. Setting out at 7.15 this morning into the mist and drizzle not seen before. Sustained with coffee and a pano chocolate my day begins. The head torch was an essential item again, illuminating where the transiting cows had passed for milking earlier. At one point I lost the yellow arrows and camino signs, and was noisily alerted that I had gone wrong by (on first impressions) fierce dogs. The ones all pilgrims are told of and, few have ever really encountered. These two barked in unison to tell me I had gone wrong and to tell be to go back and retrace my steps. To go back and find the 'yellow arrows'. And they were right, some seventy five metres back was the junction and I re-found my way. You might enquire how I could be so sure these intelligent dogs were giving me directions? Well in the silence of morning and with previous pilgrims ahead of me, these fine beasts had been undisturbed and were therefore not required to offer advice. But, as soon as needed they sprung into GPS mode and vocalised their advice.
    Portomarin holds the distinction of being the newest oldest town along the Camino. Portomarin of old was settled in the valley below. Portomarin today is essentially newly constructed, with some buildings (and the church) having been relocated stone by stone. Inspection of the fortress Iglesia de San Juan indicates that the stones were numbered to prevent head scratching later. Or was this an early version of Lego? The Iglesia de San Juan is the largest single nave Romanesque church in Galicia.
    The Rio Mino was dammed in 1956, forming the Embalse de Belasar which sits beneath the bridge.
    Portomarin gets its name from 'Porto' or river crossing, and 'marin', a reference to the Sanctuary of St. Marina that was located here in the Middle Ages. It enjoyed its peak of prosperity in the 15th and 16th centuries when several of the Catholic Monarchs slept here. The nearby capital of Lugo, also a Roman settlement, grew at a faster pace and Portomarin was quickly forgotten. As recently as 1919 the town was still not connected by a single road that could accommodate wheeled traffic. That has changed, and the prosperity of the town can now be attributed to the reservoir and the Camino.
    Having just eaten at the restaurant Perez, I can say this was on of my favourite meals. While chips or fries are a core part of the 'Pilgrims Menu' the braised veal was delicious. I can go to mass to tonight fed, and refreshed. X
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You might also know this place by the following names:

Portomarín, Portomarin, Puertomarín, ポルトマリン, Пуэртомарин, Портомарін, 波尔托马林

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