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  • Jun30


    June 30, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 17 °C

    Nine days and 81 or so miles ago, we stopped at a roadside bar/cafe for a Coke and coffee and croissant in the town of Vega de Sariego. A man was sitting outside the bar, having a bottle of sidra, pouring it from high up as is the custom. We exchanged hellos and he wished us a “Buen Camino!”

    This morning we stopped at a bar/cafe in the town of Tapia de Casariego, the halfway point of today’s walk, for C&c (Coke & coffee). As we were leaving the cafe, I turned around, thinking maybe I should take a picture. And there was that same man, walking out of the bar we’d just left.

    We looked at each other wide-eyed. “I saw you days ago at a bar near where I live!” he said. I asked if he was walking the camino. No, he was simply visiting the beaches near Tapia with friends this weekend. He spoke good English, and asked, “What is that word? Serendipity?”

    Later today we walked with D’Mari from Flagstaff, who grew up in College Station and Waco; she’s also lived in Beaumont, Boerne and San Marcos TX. Lots of serendipity on the camino today.
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    john martin

    Great photos what an exciting day , love “serendipity “Buen Camino Roni

    Arlene Bauer

    It IS a small world no matter where you travel.

    Heath Haley

    Does this mean you two are going to bring Sidra to Thanksgiving this year and teach us how to pour it as well =)

  • Day143

    134. Etappe: Ribadeo

    November 22, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 12 °C

    ... oder mein letzter Tag am Meer!
    Morgen schon heißt es Abschied nehmen vom Küstenweg, denn ich bin nun in meiner ersten Station in Galicien angekommen und ab morgen bewege ich mich Richtung Inland. Deshalb bin ich heute auch wieder konsequent dem E9 gefolgt. Dieser führte mich noch mal entlang des Atlantiks. Die sehr kleine Etappe konnte ich somit etwas strecken und legte viele Fotostopps ein, auch wenn es heute ganz schön stürmisch an der Küste war.
    Zum Schluss ging es dann noch über eine riesige Brücke, um den Fluss Eo, an dessen Mündung Ribadeo liegt, zu überwinden.
    In der Herberge ist es bisher noch ruhig. Mal schauen, ob sich das noch ändert! Freue mich heut über eine voll ausgestattete Küche mit Herd. Also gibts frische Pasta und zum Auftakt in Galicien stilecht ein Pilgerinnenbier "Peregrina" - das habe ich zum ersten Mal im Supermarkt entdeckt und konnte nicht dran vorbei. Wenn ich schon auf die Ginprobe heut morgen verzichtet hab! 😅🍺
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    Jan-Philipp Bahr

    Na denn Prost!!

    Maria E.

    So ein tolles Foto👌😍🏞️🌳🌞


    Dann lass dir dein Feierabendbier schmecken.Wieder tolle Fotos😙😙

    Daniel Hasert


  • Day32

    Wir verlassen Asturien und...

    October 1, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C

    Hallo Galicien, unsere letzte Gemeinschaft mit der Hauptstadt Santiago de Compostela! 😱

    Jetzt verlassen wir das Meer und gehen ins Landesinnere. Auch spannend, aber trotzdem auch traurig.


    Hier haben wir das letzte Mal richtig ausgiebig gebadet. Es war wirklich traumhaft. Ein toller Abschied von der Küste.😍


    Ribadeo und Hallo Galicien!

    Tobias Bergmann


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  • Day19

    Bienvenido a Galicia, my first time

    September 24, 2017 in Spain ⋅ 🌙 15 °C

    Today my journey toke me from Asturias to Galicia. I have never been here before, but I just love the accent here. The accent is a bit musical. Very nice.

    I am not so happy with the camino of the past 2 days though. A lot of the stages of the past 2 days was on asphalt or next to the busy road, which was murder on my feet.

    Yesterday, I left Otur, the camino was almost all alongside the road, and my feet just couldn't deal with that. So finally, after having a coffee and some local pastry with the three french ladies, Elisabeth, Brigit and Silvie, I went to the bus station to grab the bus for the last 10km to La Caridad. The french ladies walked and I would see them later in the albergue.

    I booked the private albergue in La Caridad for myself, Yolanda and Hugo (the dutch Couple) and the three french ladies. It was called La Xana, which means the girl. They had a beautiful cat, whose name was ...... Xana 😂.

    It was a good albergue, nice and clean, beds were good. I was the first of the group to get there, ofcourse, because I cheated......
    Then came Hugo and Yolanda and an hour or so later, the french ladies. They were very excited because it was going to be their first time ever in an albergue 😝😝😝.

    They will never forget it! They had gin tonics, then ate in an underground dingy restaurant and were fortunate to be able to enjoy a major snoring feast during the whole night! They all woke up with a headache, but still in good spirits. It was their last day today and we said our goodbyes after breakfast.

    I had already decided that I wasn't going to walk the whole stage today. So after breakfast, I ordered a taxi and he brought me to Tapia de Casariego. From here I walked and took the coastal route and ended up seeing many beautiful beaches. At the last beach I also went pootje baden. I hadn't realized it, but after this stage there is no more costa. From now on we turn land inwards and I am not really feeling it!
    Tomorrow I will walk and see how I feel about it.

    Tonight I am staying in a hostal in Ribadeo, with a girl from Madrid as my sleeping mate. It was also her last day today. I met her on the way to the hostal. I had stopped by the albergue first to see if I could stay there, but the place was cold and looked like bed bug heaven. No way I was going to stay there!

    Bueno people, Bon Siman! Let's see what this week brings 😁
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    Karen Van Unen

    Hopi bon!!!! Hope you have a good rest!

    Jeanine Greijmans

    Looking great mafse

  • Day136


    August 29, 2017 in Spain ⋅ 🌧 19 °C

    And we keep on heading west, after leaving Gijon we moored in Cudillero a lovely little town and harbour. There is no marina but fore and aft bouys in theory, we arrived just after lunch and inched in initially it looked like a wall of rock but then opened up. We could see the 'Transito' bouys yellow not red as per pilot book, but the lines were all tangled so being John he decided to untangle at least one by cutting and re threading it from the other and retying. We had a nice quiet night and were safe on our untangled mooring. After sorting mooring John rowed us to town for coffee, so much nicer and cheaper in Spain than France, and we walked through the little lanes to the top of town. Sadly when it came to rowing back we realised the dingy was a bit flat, when we got on board the boat we found out someone had dropped a fag butt in the dingy and it had burnt tiny holes in the floor and side before going out. Some people are so nice. Any way it was fairly easy to repair just a nuisance, next day we motored to here, Ribadeo on the Asturias Galicia border, passing Tapia on the headland, very built up. The coast line is a bit more like we are used to now with rocks to avoid. Tomorrow we are busing to Lugo with its 2.5km Roman wall around it another Unesco site its all about culture!Read more

  • Day19

    Galicia, we adore you

    July 7, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C

    After panicking about heat and parking garages, the Miserable Mujeres changed their trip plans from the wine country (HOT!) to the Galician coast and the Picos de Europa mountain range.

    First: Galician coast
    After Santiago de Compostela, we drove north and west to the Beach of the Cathedrals. This also has a Spanish name and a Galician name...and our GPS couldn’t find either (Thanks, Phillipa). Luckily, we were staying at a rural house just miles from the beach, and the proprietor was friendly and helpful. That first night we saw the beach at medium tide, had some pizza in town, and prepared for the next day.
    The Galician coast is known for seafood, so we went to find seafood the next day for lunch. We got lost (thanks, Google), found a random folk festival (they dress like Germanic tribes and do competitions???), and then had to wait for 3:30 pm (total normal lunch time. Spain is not on Portugal or British Time even though it’s at the exact same longitude as those. Long ago, Spain decided to go with Germany🤦‍♀️, so now everything we do is at least an hour too late...but we digress...)
    Lunch was a fabulous mix of scallops and local tuna just recently brought in to the pier. We saw a guy grilling his own sardines as we were walking. Since he didn’t invite us in, we had to find our restaurant.
    After lunch we went to the “cathedrals”. This time at low tide. It was amazing the day before, but so worth it to see in all of its glory. You now have to get a ticket from the park system to enter the beach as it was becoming overcrowded and dangerous before. It’s easy to stick yourself somewhere past where the tide is coming in. Even at low tide, we had to wade through water to see the famous arches. Melinda, though she failed to catch it on film, had a favorite moment watching Maria wait for the perfect shot of waves crashing into the cliff...only to have the wave crash into herself instead...
    We did the beach, and headed into Ribedeo for their “Festival of the Indians”. It was another good time for the blog, bad time for the Mujeres as we drove into town. First we drove through the center where there were clearly people walking in from distant homes and parking lots, but...oh no...Melinda wanted to see if we could find the actual festival. “Turn here”, she says. Maria does so and the inevitable happens...within 2.3 milliseconds, we go from perfectly fine, two lane, paved road to...steep, cobblestone path. And don’t forget...that tiny little cobbled “street”’s full of festival goers. We try to go one way and a lady says, “Nope. You can’t go there. Go down to the pier and turn around.” But of course...No further direction. Finally, we are at a crossroads and Melinda asks the oldest man living in town. He tells us to drive down there, park at the port, and take the elevator up to town. Brilliant! We do so.
    Two hours later, we run into the old local and find out...he’s not from these parts😂 Just visiting. Just like us. For the rest of the night, we are thinking, “Hmm...was it legal to park there? Think they’ll lock that gate?!?!”
    The Festival of the Indians is a bit problematic. Everyone dresses like rich Victorians and celebrates the people who returned from the New World. We met a nice couple from Alicante, who agreed with us...why in the world would they celebrate how they stole from and killed the new world natives?!? Spain seems to really have little self awareness about the whole Conquistador thing.
    It turns out, although still a smidge problematic, it’s actually celebrating the Spaniards who returned from the West Indies. Spain is a land that loses people. People emigrate at a higher rate there than other nations. So, we understand the celebration of homecoming. Apparently there are some lectures held in town during the festival, so hopefully those are also educational about what happened to the natives of the West Indies after the Spanish conquered.😬
    Our friends from Alicante had seen us stalking a patio table to eat at and had waited for us to return to finish their dinner (love them😍). We talked for a bit, they went on their way, we ate.
    As we were finishing up, a group of semi-locals (from Galicia...”Gallegos”) were stalking the tables near us. Maria thought, “Well, they can have our table too when we are done.” And then we started talking...and talking...and sharing a drink. We never left the group. We were just folded into it. Now we have new Galician friends, and we stayed and talked until 1:20 am. Poor 9 year old Diego was about to pass out by the time we left. That’s pretty much how Maria felt every night she lived in Spain that summer of her 16th year...How do these people stay out so late?😂 We ❤️ España.’s now almost 2 am and an elderly tourist (who has no car, mind you) has told us where to park.
    But the story ends well. The port was not locked up for the night. Audi drives another day.

    Tomorrow...”This isn’t a full lane!” Driving through the mountains meeting tour buses.😳
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  • Day37

    Afternoon trip to Playa Catedrales

    June 22, 2017 in Spain ⋅ 🌙 18 °C

    One of Galicia' most visited beaches, this spot is about 18 km from Ribadeo. A coastal walking path is available, but a group of 8 of us opted for the cab option. At 15€ each way, and four in a cab, it's a very quick and affordable way to get there.

    We had found tide information on line and we're lucky that the next low tide was at 9 pm. It's very important to go at low tide. Since sunset is at 10:15, we had plenty of daylight. We got there around 8 and quickly understood why this place is so popular. In summer they limit access with a ticket system. We read that the limit on the beach at any one time in high season is 2,000. Before the tickets, the crowds reached an unimaginable 10,000! For our visit, there were people there, but nothing close to a crowd. It was a pretty great way to end the day.

    One of our little band of four is hoping that another day on the bus will be good for her feet and that she will be walking again soon. We are headed for a town about 28 km and one killer hill away.
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  • Day36

    Have arrived in Galicia

    June 21, 2017 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C

    We took a long detour today, and we walked to at least five or six amazingly beautiful beaches. This is just a gorgeous part of the country. We ran into several other pilgrims, a couple of young Americans who had just graduated from college, a Spaniard trying to find her way, and then a smattering of French and German couples.

    Each beach was more beautiful than the next, and we had a hard time picking out our favorite. At one of them, we met a very nice couple from the area. They insisted on sharing their food with us, and wanted to know all about the Camino. It was a really nice day. The entrance into town is not so nice, because it consists of walking over a bridge that is about a mile long. But here we are, and no surprise, the weather has changed. Rain is in the forecast, but we have had such a large number of beautiful walking days, that it would be really selfish to complain about a little rain now.
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  • Day12

    Nun sind wir in Galizien

    January 28, 2020 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 9 °C

    Heute sind wir ungefähr 200 Kilometer weitergefahren und sind nun direkt an der Grenze von Asturien und Galizien. Der Küstenstreifen rund um Gijon ist geprägt von Schwerindustrie, da sind wir schnell vorbei gefahren. In Nordspanien ist es sehr erholsam zu fahren. Kaum Verkehr,gute Straßen und der Marco Polo fährt sich als 300D auch gut. Nur das Navi bringt mich auf die Palme. Ab und zu scheint es einen Modus zu aktivieren "JETZT ÄRGERN WIR DEN USER". Aber ich will mich nicht beklagen, es gibt ja noch Google Maps, Trip Advisor,.....Wie sind wir eigentlich früher gereist ? Heute sind wir mal wieder im Hotel. Hier auch kein Problem. Ist ja nichts los, die Preise sind sehr günstig, und ein gutes Restaurant hat das Hotel auch noch (berichte morgen). Die nächsten Tage sollen regnerisch werden. Als Gourmet gibt es ja auch bei schlechtem Wetter was zu tun. Ab jetzt wird die Landschaft flacher und die Küste wird von breiten Fjorden, den Rias unterbrochen. Soll aber auch ganz schön sein. Wir werden morgen sehen.Read more

    Dieter Aicheler

    Wundervoll- ich beobachte alles TOP

  • Day10


    July 29, 2016 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 20 °C

    Ribadeo je malé přístavní město, ve kterém to v noci pěkně žije, i když prší. Teplota nám klesla na 18 - 21 stupňů a přidal se déšť, který nám má dělat společnost i následující dva dny. Vyzkoušeli jsme místní specialitu pulpo gallego (pikantní vařená chobotnice na galicijský způsob - olej, brambory, česnek (ten jsme tam však necítili) a pálivá paprika) a byla překvapivě moc dobrá (což ocenil spíš Jirka). 😉

    PS: Takovéhle mosty tu mají všude!
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