I think I’m a tall Ronnie Corbett
There is definitely a pecking order to this walking lark. Most of the time when I’m walking I kind of feel pretty inadequate. In the albergue or bars or just walking along you hear snippets of conversations. Continue reading
I’ve been quiet for a few days but not because there’s a problem… I just thought you’d be bored of me!
So I’ve marched my way along and my blisters are doing OK… And my new shoes seem good too.
I’m in Los arcos and if yesterday’s stop was 5 *… We’ll let’s just say today’s isn’t.
It’s so busy, pilgrims everywhere but I know no-one. 70 beds in the municipal albergue and all full… Poor people arriving now have to walk on as there’s no room at the inn. I’m sat in the square with two very lovely ladies from Denmark and also Mary, who Gerry and I walked with for a little bit out of Roncesvalles. Continue reading
I’m walking again… And it feels good.
At 8.30 this morning I joined the queue in the post office, waiting to send my boots home. In front of me were two aussies who’d come with full outback camping gear… They were sending a lot home! Continue reading
In just a few short days the things that are most important in my life are changing… Of course there are constants that will never change… Family and the people we love… But now the single most important thing for me, beyond loved ones, is for the blisters on my toes to heal and for my new shoes to be perfect for the days ahead. Continue reading
The blog is in my temporary hands today because someone left their phone charger in her room and then walked over a big hill! So until she gets to a town where she can buy a replacement we’re on restricted access.
I am learning quickly that there are some things about walking the camino that you can’t change and you either like it or… Well you go home.
So my dear lovely Gerry left me at Viscaret and took a taxi back to Roncevalles and I plugged in my iPhone and listened to the songs he loaded for me… I sobbed my way out of the village and up and up and up… For 4km… Then it levelled out and of course then it came down… Steeply. And as I panted my way along people were actually running past me!
What a surreal experience, leaving home, saying goodbye and knowing that I won’t be back for 7 weeks!
So we arrived… I learnt that I really really don’t like heights! Gerry reckons that travelling up a mountain with me was like travelling with a tourettes sufferer… But really… do the roads have to be so narrow!?
In 2013 we had a holiday in Northern Spain. We set off in our camper and drove west along the coast from France for a day or two and then south to Burgos. After a couple of days there we drove on to Leon, heading to the coast at Vigo.
I kept seeing hikers… Gerry called them ‘shellers’ but they were of course pilgrims. I watched through the window as we drove along and by Leon I was very curious. By the time we arrived at the coast I was committed. Continue reading
Then We Walked 