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    • Day 9–10

      Cirauqui to Villamayor de Monjardín

      Yesterday in Spain ⋅ 🌙 6 °C

      Part 2 - Estella to Villamayor de Monjardín
      Today we covered almost 25k (15.5 miles), the views never get old and it’s great to feel our bodies getting stronger along the way as we adjust to our new “normal”.

      Oh, and today’s journey included a free public wine fountain. Yes, you read that correctly… a wine tap on the outside of a winery building! 🍷

      Tomorrow looks like it might be a little wet & chilly. Based on the towns, we have to choose either a 20k walk or over 30k so we are opting for the 20k to Torres del Rio. We will have plenty of 30k days in the future. 🥾
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    • Day 12

      To El Coronil (31 km, 440 m)

      Yesterday in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C

      Great day! The first half, to the town of Montellano, was all track, through ag lands with people out and about, always happy to stop and chat. Olive groves, sunflower fields just sprouting, and some green fields of grain along with some that were ready to harvest. And the wildflowers, oh the wildflowers! There was a small castle way up on a hill, but I wasn’t even tempted to climb up! And several Moorish atalayas (watch towers) in sight in several directions.

      In Montellano, I got a stamp in the town hall, with a nice chat about the Via Serrana with the two functionaries. The last 12 km into El Coronil were also very nice, except for the 4 km on the side of a fairly busy road with a shoulder that was overgrown with wildflowers.

      There was a “water feature” on this stage, which meant getting over to the side of the running current, finding some branches to cross the stream, and then walking in water up to my knees and crawling through an opening of about 2 feet between branches. This meant taking off my backpack and carefully transporting things from side to side. I know this is a terrible description, but believe me, it was a big challenge, and I was happy to make it with just my feet and legs wet. But the reward soon after was a 13 century Moorish castle that was really impressive.

      As I arrived in Montellano, I saw the turn-off for the consulta médica and headed in. I was very sure I had an infection, and even though I know exactly how to treat it, Spain has really clamped down on its pharmacists. No prescription, no nothing. Not at all like the old days.

      But this visit was quick and painless. I entered an empty office, with one doctor and two nurses, one assistant, and me. They asked for my health care card, but when I said I was from the US, they shrugged and gave me the cup. No more than 5 minutes later I was out of there with a prescription and a second prescription in case I still had symptoms a few days later. My Belgian friend Sabine was exactly right – Monurol was the medicine of choice. They had no way to charge me for the visit— this is a regional health care center, open 24 hours a day, with no billing office, no cash register, and no insurance forms to fill out. For someone from the US, it was mind-blowing.

      Clare found a great restaurant and we had an excellent menú del día, nothing like yesterday’s glop. Casa Miguel, in case you are ever in El Coronil.

      Two days to Sevilla! I can’t believe it.
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    • Day 10–13

      Attica21 Vigo 4 Superior

      Yesterday in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C

      Kaum losgelaufen und schon da! Ruckzuck bin ich nach 25km und 7 Stunden Fußmarsch im nächsten Hotel. Hier bleibe ich jetzt bis Donnerstag früh. Die Füße freuen sich und ich mich auch.
      Der Strand ist direkt hinter der Straße.
      Das Attica21 Vigo ist das teuerste Hotel auf dieser Reise. Aber meine liebe Frau hat gesagt „ich darf das“.
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    • Day 14–15

      Day 11 Santo Domingo and Day 12 Belorado

      April 21 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 12 °C

      Day 11 was sunny but the nasty wind kept us cold. A very pleasant 22km to Santo Domingo.
      The only pleasant thing about Day 12 was stopping in Granon. The rest was feet pounding the gravel path beside the cold windy highway for 23km. Not a very nice way to travel and hopefully there won't be too many more like that😬. We booked an Albergue tonight with a Dutch couple in Belorado that have only 2 rooms. We should sleep like babies tonight. Onwards!Read more

    • Day 30

      O'Cebriero

      April 21 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 18 °C

      Lucy, Maggie and I are sharing two adjoining bunks, and when we went to have showers, got to know each other very well indeed given there were no doors - school/pool spec. Surprisingly to Lucy and I, Maggie was the prude about this - she's since indignantly asked every pilgrim in town staying elsewhere if they have doors on their showers.

      I kneaded my laundry in the freezing water next to Fabrice, hung it out with pegs loaned by Lucy, and then went to get a wine, joined by them one by one and then stragglers until our table in the alley had three others attached to it and about 15 pilgrims around it.

      Bells pealing, Fabrice let me rummage around in his bag to borrow a jacket for the cold church and we all hustled up to mass, Lucy setting me off with the giggles a few times as our priest (a Patrick Dempsey lookalike) herded us through a half hour ceremony.

      It finished with a special pilgrim portion, where we all stood in a circle and he handed out pebbles with yellow arrows painted on. There was a prayer I can't remember, because someone from each language had to read it to the group. Lucy and I were the only native English speakers and she wasn't having a bar of it so I had to. Nervous, I spoke clearly and retained nothing except the last line: be happy - make others happy.

      After we went to dinner, and after they left I joined my Camino cousins, the Brazillians and Italians, at their table and had a grand old bilingual time. They're a big lot - I like them very much but they are too many to make a family out of so cousins it is.

      Lucy and I are currently shaking with laughter in our bottom bunks listening to Maggie huff and puff in French at the snorers. I am so scared for this to end. If I walk with them tomorrow it might be harder later. But is that reason not to?

      Why now. Why *now* am I finding these people, letting them find me? Another lesson, I'm sure. In Pamplona I think I needed to let the others pass and walk alone, I wonder if now, on the other end of the journey, it is the opposite. A test - can you leave this, can you appreciate something inherently temporary? Can you love and lose?
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    • Day 30

      Villafranca del Bierzo to O'Cebriero

      April 21 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 18 °C

      I am just now, with one week to go, building a fucking Camino family. I am simultaneously thrilled and devastated.

      In the kitchen last night I ended up having dinner, and a tea, and a really genuinely good conversation, with Lucy, an Englishwoman living in Malaga. This morning, I finally asked where the incredibly gentle man that looks like a punk anarchist bouncer is from - he folds his clothes and makes his bed so slowly and carefully. Turns out I've slept next to Christian from Naples three times and we have both been speaking broken if earnest Spanish to each other this entire time. I know his neighbourhood. He is a delight.

      Eight kilometres in, salut to the tiny French woman Maggie I've orbited in the last few days. 10 kilometres in, Fabrice emerges from the opposite direction to the trail, swearing and swinging his poles around in frustration at having taken a completely useless detour. Maggie sent him the wrong way, did I hear the dog? Did I hear him screaming swear words at the dog? He's two days into quitting smoking, you can tell.

      I was a bit nervous about the elevation later so I broke a month long tradition and walked with him all day, with brief interludes. He said I calmed him. He was surprisingly protective - buying me coffees, pulling me away from traffic, walking on my outside on the roads, peeling me apples, making me fill my water and put on sunscreen. After a month of aggressive self sufficiency, this was unusual but nice - a lesson in accepting help maybe.

      In the last four kilometres Lucy and Maggie joined us, along with some completely knackered Japanese men, and we summited together. What a bloody view. It was so worth it. I don't know about hardest day. There were certainly tough bits, and in different weather sure maybe it would have been less enjoyable, but honestly I loved it. Maybe I am harder too. 💪
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    • Day 16

      Tenth day, we did it!

      Yesterday in Spain ⋅ 🌙 8 °C

      Hola it’s Eloise

      We did it! We Walked the last 10 km to Santiago de Compostela!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

      The cathedral is beautiful can you believe it was made 1000 years ago. After we saw the cathedral we got our certificate’s to show we have completed the Camino and got some more stamps in our pilgrim passport it was amazing!

      Today’s Spanish word of the day is Fiesta (fee-es-ta) which means party.

      Hope you all have a good day

      From Eloise

      P.S
      Sorry I forgot to do this yesterday I forgot.
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    • Day 8

      Chantada nach Rodeiro (26km)

      April 21 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C

      Nachdem der Wecker versagt hat, sind wir nach einem ausgiebigen Frühstück wieder kurz nach 8 Uhr gestartet. Heute stand die Besteigung des Monte Faro auf der Etappe an. Bis auf 1088m führte uns der Camino invierno. Von dort bot sich ein atemberaubender Überblick über die Landschaft und auf zahlreiche Berge, zwischen denen wir in den letzten Tagen unseren Weg gefunden hatten. Ein großartiges Abenteuer.
      Unterdessen begegnen wir immer mehr und immer größeren landwirtschaftlichen Betrieben. Zahlreiche Landwirte sind im Grünland und bei Kleegras auf dem Acker bereits im ersten Schnitt und fahren Silage für ihre Kühe ein. Bevorzugt finden wir hier bisweilen Anbindehaltung vor, teilweise in Kombination mit Weidegang.
      Am Nachmittag kamen wir in Rodeiro an und haben uns wieder in der Herberge einquartiert. Nach einem kleinen Mittagsschlaf stellten wir fest, dass wir uns das Zimmer mit drei Camino-Freunden teilen, die wir bereits in A Rúa kennen gelernt haben. Sie haben uns ermuntert zu einem Restaurant zu kommen, in dem sich im Laufe des weiteren Nachmittags und Abends auch viele weitere Pilger einfanden. So haben wir ein Ehepaar aus Irland kennen gelernt, zwei Schottinnen waren wir an unserem ersten Tag schon einmal begegnet, ein französisches Ehepaar hatten wir heute überholt. Endlich ergab sich ein Abend, an dem wir uns einmal intensiver auf Englisch unterhalten konnten. Die letzten Tage hatten wir sonst zumeist nur spanisch sprechende Menschen getroffen. Von unseren drei Camino-Freunden aus A Rúa kann nur Ric Englisch sprechen. Mit englischer Mutter und irischen Vater ging er mit 24 Jahren nach Spanien und blieb dort seither. Auf den Caminos hat er seine Begleiter getroffen, die sich zumeist nur auf Spanisch verständigen können.
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    • Day 9–10

      6th day walking

      April 21 in Spain ⋅ 🌙 61 °F

      13 miles and then beach. Did the entire walk in silence and it was glorious. Piero made us veggie paella for lunch. Yum! Too tired to type more, but the beach afternoon was one that will go down in the books for me. So awesome! Night. p.s. observation at the beach was how women here seem to embrace their bodies and not pick themselves apart. Piero said about Americans, “you all worry too much about that.” It seems like here the women I observed were embracing their curves, their sensuality, and have a real sense of freedom. They are not picking apart their bodies. They were all shapes and sizes wearing bikinis or topless, etc. It was inspiring to observe. 👙Read more

    • Day 119

      Cartagena 2

      April 21 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

      Wie versprochen kommen heute die Bilder vom Amphitheater und der Kirche.
      Heute mussten wir die Wäsche im Auto zum trocknen aufhängen, da es hier keine andere Möglichkeit gibt. Somit haben wir noch eine zusätzliche Leine im Auto angebracht. Auch das war machbar und wir konnten noch zum Kühlschrank, ins Bad, uns an den Tisch setzen und kochen😅✌. Und nein..... wir kaufen uns noch keinen Wäscheständer😁Read more

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