I am reflective today after spending a month on this wander, thinking of all I’ve learned along the way. Patience. Resilience. Strength. And I admit: I miss my jeans and my moisturiser. But I will keep going, knowing I have those at the end.
Like every Spanish mile, what was to be 16km turned into 21km. Oh well. I made it another day. I have now walked 478km. Now a two day rest in Astorga.
It was pretty monotonous today. No one was chatty as it seemed the consensus was to plow through and get to our own destination as quickly as possible. It seems the universe isn’t done testing my resilience just yet.
Today was a pretty brutal day. First, it was 6km of city walking, then 15km of bitterly cold headwind. The wind blew me off the path more than once. I felt strong. Now I feel beaten up!
I’m now past the ‘official’ halfway mark. I determined if I was going to make it to Santiago, I had to skip the rest of the Meseta. I walked for four days on the Meseta and it was beautiful. Just not for me this time.
A day of good conversations that made the 21km go faster. The vastness of the Meseta came into full view today as we descended after Castrojeriz. We kept looking back to see the views from where we’d come – It’s always good to look behind to see where you’ve been and how far you’ve come.
An interesting day spent with interesting people. It was a short walk – 12km (although a longer one coming on Thursday) – but it felt like a stroll.
A short jaunt today where the kilometres went by quickly due to happiness and good conversations on the way. It’s the people that make the Camino special.
Well, I cheated today. Kind of. Everyone’s Camino is whatever they decide and I’m taking that to heart. I’m walking again. You know, after taking a Mercedes Benz to the edge of town.
I sat outside in the sun today and people-watched. It was Mother’s Day in Spain today and seeing flowers everywhere was a pure delight and people appreciating their mothers, so lovely.
As they say, everyone’s Camino is different. My lesson is one of listening to my body, not getting antsy and knowing my limits.
Not a lot was planned. My plan was to rest. My body had other ideas. It was the day my Camino wander screeched to a halt.
Joining my two ol’ Camino friends, Jerry and Sharon, we laughed our way up the steep climb out of town, while the weather tried to decide whether it wanted to be rainy, sunny or just stay cloudy. Wildflowers greeted us and we decided it was a good idea to taxi it from the outskirts of Burgos into town. Who needs to walk that much concrete when you really don’t have to, I say.
Around 24km my left calf/ankle really started hurting and I essentially crawled into town. I took a picture of a lovely, very picturesque trail that was probably the hardest part of my entire walk – and it was flat!!
Today is May Day, a public holiday in Spain. I was fortunate to walk through Santo Domingo de la Calzada this morning while the celebrations were happening. It’s also the site of “the hen and the miracle”.
I spent part of the day walking with new friends where we are now comfortable enough to walk together or separately, having varied conversations that span from bathrooms and blisters to career choices and corporate ethics. Ah, the Camino… The day consisted of Rioja wine, very interesting conversations. Oh, and some planned accommodations for the following few nights. It’s festival season.
I found I enjoy the Camino journey more when I shorten my distances and send my backpack forward – and isn’t that the point of the Camino?
I am not going to sugar coat this: today was one of my hardest days on the Camino. And it wasn’t even a difficult trail! So why?
Santa Fe and Taos are beautiful, calming and spiritual. Culture is everwhere you turn. Here’s my guide for 3 unforgettable days in Santa Fe, including Taos.
Unless you open your heart, your mind and your soul, you don’t know what will bring you pure joy! Mine included a much-needed break from the Camino in Logrono!