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Sahagún

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25 travelers at this place:

  • Day130

    Bercianos

    July 9 in Spain

    July 10th

    We had a great day today! We went just over 13 miles, so a few miles shorter than yesterday. The early morning, walking as the sun rises, is amazing to me! Amazing because it’s incredibly beautiful and peaceful, but also amazing because in my normal life I hate mornings - haha! I’m usually a night owl and would rather sleep in a bit. Now, I still may grumble a bit as Alan nudges me awake, but I love it once I’m out walking. 🙂

    The good:
    1. sunrise over the wheat fields
    2. Fields of sunflowers all turned towards the rising sun (I so wish we could see them all in bloom).
    3. Seeing the Moratinos bodegas (caves built into a hill) that were used for wine making and food storage. Some of these were at least 500 years old! Tree was a sign telling us that “No, these are not Hobbit houses” 😂
    4. The best almond pastries from a cafe in Sahagún, and the WiFi at the same cafe so I could upload some posts
    5. Getting to our albergue by noon and enjoying sangria outside
    6. Seeing Andy walk up to the albergue after we worried his Achilles wouldn’t let him continue on today
    7. Shade on the last part of our walk was heavenly
    8. having our own bathroom !!!!!! 😀👍🏻🚽
    9. Talking to Mom and seeing Adrianne’s Snaps 💕

    The Not So Good:
    1. Mosquito bites 😖 I have quite a few from the other day’s early morning walking near some wet areas, and they really itch. Of course Alan has ZERO -not fair!
    2. Flies...I am trying to get used to the flies, but they are annoying. 🤨 Everyone is so used to them here, but, when Alan told me to just ignore them, I told him they tickle when they land on me 😬 drives me nuts!

    We head to Mansilla de las Mulas tomorrow (about 16 miles), and then on to Leon on Thursday where we will spend two nights (taking a rest day)...woohoo!
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  • Day4

    Another dry day but cooler because of a decent breeze. I left Calzadilla after a good nights sleep outside. The walk was the usual meseta scenery. I arrived in Sahagún at around 2pm and checked in to a very nice Hostal with a private room. The Hostal itself was great the town was not so great. Sahagún is a mid sized Spanish city that has not a lot of life and no decent restaurants at least that I could find. It reminded me some of Lewiston so I ended up eating at my Hostal....a decent pilgrim meal but nothing amazing. That’s it for my Monday....thank you as always for checking in!Read more

  • Day10

    Burgos to Sahagon

    September 27 in Spain

    After only three days of walking the Camino, our team was already starting to resemble the famous troup of ancients featured in the TV classic Dad’s Army. Although I was pleased that my back felt a lot better, I was not so pleased when a close examination of my feet showed that I was starting to develop a blister on one toe. Fortunately, when I counted the toes themselves, the total still added up to ten.

    As the members of our team slowly filtered into the huge breakfast room of the Palazio Hotel, it was evident t that they were not as fit and agile as they were a few days earlier. In fact a couple had obviously decided to skip breakfast and have an hour or two of extra sleep instead.

    After breakfast we were told that we were going to be given a special guided tour of the old city and the cathedral. We were met by a diminutive Spanish gentleman who introduced himself as “Louis”. He then proceeded to address us in Spanish. No wonder there were a few blank looks. Fortunately he realized his mistake and switched to something that slightly resembled English. We shuffled off into the narrow streets of the central part of Burgos.

    In spite of his thick accent, the guy was actually quite interesting and I managed to learn quite a bit about the history of Burgos. I also learned that Henry’s wife Catherine of Aragon actually came from a part of what is now Spain. We explored the famous palace where Christopher Columbus had met with the Spanish King to receive funding for his expedition, although the building has now been converted to a very opulent looking bank. Our tour continued along the beautiful riverbank to the ancient Cathedral. We learnt that it had taken “only” 65 years to construct back in the twelfth century. It had been built in the Gothic style and the front entrance resembled the famous Notre Dame in Paris.

    Inside the cathedral we were told that it was strictly “no flash” for cameras, but Louis then surprised us all by producing a green laser pointer and then zapping it all over the roof and walls of the building with gay abandon. It is Spain after all.

    At 11 am we were back at the hotel and had a few minutes to prepare for the walk and get our luggage ready for the short walk to the bus. We then went on a drive to the start of our walk at Castrojeriz. Of course many of us took the opportunity to immediately close our eyes and get some more sleep.

    We are now walking on the Castillian meseta, a type of high treeless plateau. It was obvious that shade would be a rare commodity as we were surrounded by bare paddocks where crops had recently been harvested. Fortunately there was a slight breeze to temper the heat, so off we went.

    We quickly discovered that this was obviously a busy part of the Camino and we could see many fellow pilgrims stretching into the distance before us. At least the path itself was well formed and relatively flat. The plan was to stop for lunch at a small village some 11 km along the way. At least we would get a good part of the walk over before the worst heat of the afternoon.

    The walk itself went well until we were startled by a horrible sound like a huge swarm of bees. We looked up to find that it was a drone heading straight over our heads. Carlos explained that this was completely illegal in Spain, so I didn’t feel too guilty when I tried to swat it out of the air with my walking pole. Unfortunately I missed. It was certainly an unwelcome intrusion into our personal space and reinforced my own personal dislike of these glorified selfie sticks. Sometimes technology has a lot to answer for.

    The lunch stop was surprisingly good. We had a lovely sheltered area to eat in where the shade, the food and the cold drinks were all equally welcome.

    The final 6 km of the walk were in the heat of the afternoon and I could feel that little baby blister on my toe growing into adulthood. I felt a little better when I discovered that Carlos was also having trouble with his feet and stopped to remove his shoes and apply bandages to his wounds. The Camino is not an easy walk, even when you are only doing a part of it.

    The path eventually joined the tow path alongside an old canal and we were pleased that there was finally some dappled shade. When we finally made it to Fromista my GPS told me that we had walked around 17.5 km, making our total walk in the past 4 days about 75 km. And that does not include the many extra kilometers we have walked around the towns we have been staying in.

    After a couple more cold drinks we climbed into the bus for the transfer to Sahagun. It did not take long for most of the passengers to fall into a coma. I only awoke when we pulled up outside the huge modern Puerta de Sahagun Hotel. This was easily the biggest hotel we had stayed in so far. The foyer alone seemed to stretch so far, it felt like we were in an airport terminal.

    When I finally finished the 2 km walk along the huge corridors to my room, I was thrilled to see that the room was also huge and modern. It had every modern convenience you could imagine – even a bidet in the large bathroom. I soon discovered that the only thing the room did not have was wifi. This was a huge disappointment for such a huge modern hotel. The only place I could check my email was way back down in the foyer (another 2 km walk from the room).

    I decided to forget the email and attend to more urgent matters. After removing my shoes and socks, I went straight to the bathroom and submerged my feet in beautiful cold water. I could almost hear the steam rising when they first hit the water. Simple pleasures are sometimes the best.

    In spite of the disappointment with the lack of wifi, we were all eagerly looking forward to the evening meal. Unlike the previous few nights, we had been promised that we would have a choice from the full menu. That way everyone would have something they really liked.

    At the prearranged time of 7.30 pm we were all eagerly waiting in the foyer. There was a small problem – the restaurant was not ready for us. We waited, and waited, and waited some more. Finally at 8 pm we got the message that they were ready for us. We made the long (very long) walk through the foyer, through several other empty restaurants, another corridor, a couple more rooms and finally into the restaurant that had been prepared for us. I felt like we must be half way back to Roncesvalles by now, the place was so big.

    We were seated at a huge table but soon discovered that there were only three menus for the fourteen of us. That was the first problem. The next one was that there was only ONE waiter for the whole hotel. I did not ask whether his name was Manuel or whether he was from Barcelona, because I already knew the answer.

    It only took us an hour or so (and a huge amount of confusion) to place our orders. If it had not been for the assistance of Carlos, we would have still been there. After another long wait, the word came back from the kitchen that some of the items on the menu were no longer available (probably gone off). This necessitated more changes of orders. Manuel disappeared for long periods of time, then reappeared with the wrong items. It quickly degenerated into a farce. I could only imagine what would have happened if Gordon Ramsay could have seen what was happening.

    I eventually got the bowl of “scrambled” that I had ordered for starters. It was supposed to have seafood in it, but I think that meant that there was one prawn that had to be shared between about 6 people. While all this was going on, the time ticked by relentlessly. It was soon 9.30 pm, then 10.00. Most of us just wanted to go to bed. It had already been a long day.

    When everyone else had received something that might have been what they had ordered hours earlier, I was still waiting. I looked at the blank space in front of me and no longer felt hungry. After Carlos made some enquiries on my behalf, it became evident that the sweet and sour pork that I had ordered was also “off”. I don’t think it had ever been on. At least those who had ordered something called “jaws” had been supplied with a substitute. It was that sort of night. Actually it was hilarious. It is situations like this that can really make a trip memorable. I know when we look back in years to come, I am sure that we will all laugh about the weird night we had in the enormous hotel in Sahagun.

    My substitute dinner eventually arrived. I never did find out what it really was, but it was OK. We still had desserts to figure out. Some had made the wise choice for icecream, not knowing that this meant choosing your own drumstick from the fridge around the corner. The icecream eaters were instructed to form a conga line and then make their selection from the fridge. They came back with their ice creams, while the rest of us waited. I was almost asleep.

    My rice pudding was served just before sunrise the next morning. It had been a fascinating day. I will remember it for a long time. Tomorrow we reach our half way point at Leon. We will then reward ourselves with a rest day. As it also happens to coincide with the Grand Final I suspect I already know what some will be doing.
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  • Day19

    Nun sind fast 3 Wochen rum und ich habe mehr als 400km zurückgelegt.... alles zu Fuß.

    Was ist mit mir passiert? Nun, mal abgesehen von schmerzenden Füßen und Beinen, einer Unzahl von Blasen, einer ordentlichen Erkältung und diversen kleineren Blessuren, geht's mir körperlich sehr gut und mental so gut wie lange nicht mehr.

    Ich habe tolle Landschaften, faszinierende alte und geschichtsträchtige Städte, Dörfer und Kirchen gesehen. Viel Einsamkeit aber auch Geselligkeit erlebt.

    Es ist erstaunlich, mit wie wenig man doch so auskommt.... der weltliche Luxus, den man so anhäuft und der so wichtig erscheint, wird kaum vermisst.

    Das beste jedoch sind die teils doch sehr tiefen und interessanten Gespräche mit Menschen aus allen Herrenländern. Ich habe bisher viel gelernt über Vertrauen, Genügsamkeit, Hilfsbereitschaft, Freude und Geduld. Auch Trauer und Wut spürt man ab und zu. Wildfremde werden zu Vertrauten, zu Freunden, zu kleinen Brüdern.... Menschen, die wie ich den Weg gehen um sich selbst zu erfahren, um Trauer, Krankheit, Unsicherheit, Wut und Verzweiflung hinter sich zu lassen.... um vielleicht Lösungen auf Probleme zu finden.

    Es gibt religiöse Gründe, spirituelle, sportliche, verrückte Gründe.... alle sind sie menschlich und nachvollziehbar. Es ist so spannend diese zu hören und vielleicht einen Impuls zu geben, der zur Lösung oder zum Verständnis beitragen.
    Mir wurde sehr geholfen auf dem Weg bisher, mir wurde vertraut ich habe vertraut und wurde bisher nicht enttäuscht. Ich habe Menschen kennen gelernt, von denen ich hoffe, sie wieder zu sehen und auch nach dem Camino als Freunde und Vertraute zu behalten.

    Natürlich vermisse ich mein Zuhause, meinen Mann... ich habe gelernt, dass ich unendliches Glück habe.... ich bin gesund, ich habe eine gute Arbeit, ein tolles zuhause und einen tollen Mann, den ich über alles liebe und den ich hoffentlich bald wieder gesund in Armen halten kann. ( Danke Spatz, dass Du mir diesen Weg ermöglicht hast. )

    Ich habe gelernt, dass ich tolle Freunde und eine tolle Familie habe.... trotz all ihrer Macken und Probleme.

    Ich habe gelernt mich nicht so wichtig zu nehmen, mal über mich zu lachen und meine Fehler und Makel zuzulassen. Ich habe gelernt nicht so ernst zu sein und alles so ernst zu nehmen.

    Ich weiß, es muss sich was ändern.... es wird sich was ändern, um nicht wieder in den Zustand vor diesem Abenteuer zu gelangen..... ich weiß noch nicht genau was und wie, aber dafür hab ich nochmal fast 400 km vor mir.

    So, jetzt genug davon..... das Bettchen ruft, morgen geht's weiter auf meinem Weg.

    Schlaft gut, ich hab Euch lieb. 😘
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  • Day19

    Sahagun.

    June 8 in Spain

    Die Nacht bei den Nonnen war herrlich..... selten so gut und fest geschlafen. 😴😴 Entweder haben die Nonnen was beruhigendes oder der Wein 🍷hat sein Übriges getan......

    Dennoch ging's für Marco und mich schon 6.45Uhr los..... und nun ratet: ströhmender Regen und sage und schreibe 8°C. 🌧🌧🌧 Egal, nach ca. 17km kam dann endlich eine Bar und wir konnten bei warmen Kaffee ☕uns aufwärmen, Frühstück gab's dann auch.

    Nach weiteren 9km dann trennten sich unsere Wege und ich ging allein weiter nach Sahagun, weitere 15km. So dass ich dann heute 40km geschafft hab, muss sagen ich bin etwas stolz auf mich. 😊

    Leider waren die letzten 6km nicht so wahnsinnig toll.... bin zwar über den Mittelpunkt des Camino gekommen..... aber leider auch in ein heftiges Gewitter. ⛈⛈ Nun sollte man meinen so langsam hätte ich mich dran gewöhnt, doch so heftig hab ich das hier noch nicht erlebt. So kam ich komplett durchnässt und frierend in Sahagun an.

    In der Stadt herrscht Partystimmung... Morgen findet wohl ein Stierrennen statt, aller Vorbild Pamplona. Das werde ich aber nicht mehr mitbekommen, da bin ich schon weiter gezogen. Aber nun wird die Partystimmung genossen.
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  • Day19

    Sahagun 40 km

    September 18, 2017 in Spain

    Wegen meinen Waden habe ich auf das 18 km lange Stück ohne Ort am Schluss auf heute Anfang verschoben. Es ist beeindruckend auf den langen geraden Wegen mit dieser Weitsicht zu Wandern. Meine Wade zwickt zwischendurch aber hat bis jetzt ohne Schmerzen gehalten. Heute habe ich viele Pilger von früher wieder eingeholt.

  • Day19

    Sahagún

    June 17, 2017 in Spain

    Easy 13km walk to a small town called Sahagún. It's the geographical centre of the Camino yippeeee!!! Not doing anything at all today, going to enjoy the sunshine and get some rest. Looking for good food too, get the vitamins in 💪 it's too hot to walk anyway...

  • Day20

    Officially half way

    September 22 in Spain

    Have officially made it to the half way point and received the certificate to prove it! As the saying goes, it's downhill from here, except there are a few more hills to climb.

  • Day27

    Ledigos to Sahagún

    October 3, 2017 in Spain

    10.2.2017 Monday. 13 miles
    So today we officially reached the half way point between St Jean to Santiago. We have walked approximately 250 miles. Wow!

    Let me tell you this has not been easy. Yes the end of the day is all smiles because the sense of accomplishment feels so good.

    We've been through dozens of beautiful churches, taken endless pictures of peregrino statues and scenery and have met incredible people from all over the world. It's amazing how relaxed and open everyone is. They're all your family. Everyone says hello and we all greet each other like old friends. When we arrive at a cafe or end of day destination, we all share our pain. Many limping, sore bandaged feet and toes. You don't realize how sore your feet are until you stop. Immediately the shoes come off and sandals on. As you walk around town, it's easy to spot a peregrino by their sandals and the way they walk. We all just smile at each other.Read more

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Sahagún, Sahagun, Safagún, ساهاگون, サアグン, 24320, Саагун, سہاگن، اسپین, 萨阿贡

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