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  • Day31


    August 7 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 31 °C

    Jaaa ik ben de eerste Nederlanders tegengekomen! Twee vrienden die samen vanaf Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port naar Santiago wandelen. Heerlijk om in het Nederlands te kletsen en ik werd getrakteerd op een koud colaatje! Even snel wat eten en dan de laatste 20km voor vandaag. Het is warm!Read more

  • Day33

    Day 33. Terradillos to Sahagun, Camino.

    September 6, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 10 °C

    Terradillos to Sahagún 13km
    Terradillos de los Templarios gets part of its name from the fact that it once belonged to the Order of the Knights Templar who built a pilgrim hostal in the 12th century called San Juan.
    There are 2 albergues in Terradillos de los Templarios. Los Templarios and Albergue Jacques de Molay, named in remembrance of the last Grand Master of the Knights Templar who was burnt at the stake in front of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris by King Philip IV of France.
    We walked with Terry and Geraldine today. After about 3 kilometres we reached the small village of Moratinos with its underground bodegas. They were used for food storage and wine making. They date back 2000 years to the Romans. The soft clay was scooped out and removed through the ventilation shaft. Once exposed to air the clay hardened to a stony finish. There is a fountain next to the Iglesia Parroquial Santo Tomás de Aquino and a rest area here but little else. However it makes the walk more interesting to find little villages and Peregrino food stops.
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  • Day33

    Day 33a. Sahagún, Camino.

    September 6, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 13 °C

    Next to San Nicolás del Real Camino which is also a village associated with the Knights Templar. The brick built church, the Iglesia de San Nicolas de Bari has an ornate Baroque altar.
    We left the province of Palencia and entered the province of Leon. The path went over a Roman bridge over the Rio Valderaduey and led to the 12th century Ermita de La Virgen del Puente Church.
    The Ermita de la Virgen del Puente had originally been a pilgrim hospice and the path into Sahagún is known as the Camino Frances de la Virgen (the French Camino of the Virgin).
    At the church the guide told us to go to Santuario de la Virgen Peregrina church to get our half way Camino certificate.
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  • Day33

    Day 33b. Sahagún, Camino.

    September 6, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 15 °C

    In Sahagún we followed the path to Santuario de la Virgen Peregrina church to get our half way Camino certificate. This marks 400km from St Jean Pied du Port with another 400km to Santiago de Compostella. We paid 3€ each for the certificates printed with our names and viewed the church and it’s museum.
    Sahagún derives its name from the saint San Facundo who was martyred here and the 9th century monastery, Abadia de San Benito el Real de Sahagún, built in his honour by King Alfonso III de Asturias, el Magno. The monastery grew in importance during the reign of Alfonso VI de Castilla who showered the town with prestige and money for the help he received from the monastery during the war with his brother Sancho III. During the Middle Ages the monastery became the most powerful Benedictine monastery in Spain controlling at least 100 other monasteries from Tierra de Campos to Liébana in the heart of the Picos de Europa and down to Segovia, near Madrid.
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  • Day130


    July 9, 2018 in Spain ⋅ 🌙 22 °C

    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

    Calzadilla de la Cueza to Sahagun

    September 24, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 23 °C

    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, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

    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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  • May29

    The "halfway" point

    May 29, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 13 °C

    This marks the halfway point between Roncesvalles and Santiago. But I started farther back in France, and I won't be continuing on the Camino Frances. Instead, when I reach León in a few days I will go on the Camino del Salvador, which goes north through the mountains to Oviedo.Read more

  • Day19

    17. Tag: Terradillos - Reliegos

    August 20, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 15 °C

    Ich mag die beiden Franzosen wirklich gerne, aber ich bin bereits kurz nach 6:00 Uhr wieder wach und es zieht mich auf den Weg, was so gar nicht zum Rhythmus der beiden passt, da sie immer erst gegen 8:00/9:00 Uhr starten und lieber in die Nachmittage/Abende hinein laufen. So gehe ich heute auch mal wieder alleine. Irgendwie spüre ich aber, dass ich diese beiden nicht zum letzten Mal gesehen habe...

    Die Strecke ist wieder mal recht flach und ih komme gut voran, so dass ich bis zum Frühstück in Sahagun schon etwas mehr als 15 km zurückgelegt habe. Ich unterhalte mich nett mit dem Wirt, einem Holländer, der inzwischen seit mehreren Jahren auf den Jakobswegen lebt und arbeitet. Da taucht dann auch Joachim der Veganer aus Tardajos wieder auf. Oh man ich dachte wirklich ich hätte ihn abgeschüttelt. Er verschwindet kurz darauf auch schon wieder da im das Angebot an Speisen nicht vegan genug ist. Dafür tauchen dann Eve und Mike (Mutter und Sohn) auf, die ich ebenfalls flüchtig aus Tardajos kennen. Wir plaudern noch ein wenig und dann geht es für mich auch schon wieder weiter.

    Als ich nach 36 km an meinem heutigen Etappenziel ankomme entschließe ich mich erst noch mal eine Kleinigkeit essen und trinken zu gehen bevor ich mich auf die Suche nach einer Unterkunft mache. Und wem laufe ich in die Arme? Dem Rest meiner italienischen Gruppe die gerade dabei ist sich zu stärken bevor sie die letzten 12 km bis Reliegos zurücklegen. Die Freude ist riesig und da ich mich noch Dir fühle entscheide ich mich spontan ebenfalls noch bis Reliegos weiterzugehen. Andrew erweitert die Buchung in der Herberge telefonisch um ein weiters Zimmer und schickt mir die Adresse, da ich noch etwas länger Pause machen möchte während die anderen schon aufbrechen. Sergio werde ich dann später sowieso wieder einholen, da er Schmerzen hat und heute eher langsam geht.

    So kommt es dann auch und ich gehe die letzten 1,5 Stunden mit Sergio gemeinsam. Sehr schön, da ich mit ihm bislang relativ wenig Zeit alleine verbracht habe, obwohl er unheimlich sympathisch ist. Hatte sich vorher einfach nicht ergeben.

    Die Strecke ist ganz angenehm zu gehen, aber die letzten 3 km werden dann muskulär doch ein wenig schmerzhaft. Knapp 50 km sind dann eben doch zu viel für meinen Körper. Auch gut, so kenn ich wenigstens meine Grenze 😂.
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  • Sep25

    Grajal de Campos To Sahagun

    September 25, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 11 °C

    What a day. We arrived in Sahagun earlier today, completing our Camino de Madrid! We obtained a document at the end to commemorate this at an old church/ museum at the entrance to town.

    We are now on the Camino Frances. The number of pilgrims here is staggering. Since we were early to town, we obtained our beds at a very nice parochial albergue. This evening, we were invited to a pilgrim mass and blessing at the attached church. At mass, I was approached by the priest to do the first reading. After we had a great communal meal.

    Anyway, tomorrow we continue on the Frances to Ponferada, at which point we will switch to the Invierno.
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You might also know this place by the following names:

Sahagún, Sahagun, Safagún, サアグン, Саагун, 萨阿贡

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