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Isobel Cunningham has published short fiction and poetry. Her book, Northern Compass is available on Amazon. She was born in Wales but Montreal is her adopted home. She speaks French, Modern Greek ( it’s a fun story) and a little Spanish…oh, English too, of course. She welcomes comments on her blog and looks forward to chatting with you over cyber-space.

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  • A dreamy day

    Met some nice people yesterday. One who keeps turning up-Peter, a German who touches the grass every morning as he sets off and who lays his hands upon the old gnarled chestnut trees. The others were an Italian couple, full of fun and a French pair walking together. Today was the first day of the…

  • As I walked along

  • A 12hour sleep

    I treated myself to a private room with my own bathroom and towels! I slept 12 hours straight. of course that meant I had to twiddle my thumbs for an hour waiting for the first glim of light and a cafe con leche from the cafe owner who gave me a pitying but indulgent look…

  • A beautiful day

    It poured with rain last evening and everyone was apprehensive about the day to come. We need not have worried. It was a lovely day It was quite dark when I left but it soon warmed up and I got a bit hot. I really got hot when my Camino app showed the little blue…

  • I rode into Galicia on a white horse

    Her name was Paula and she was perfectly behaved. Victor who got four pretty elderly people up on their various steeds revealed that his ex wife lived in Montreal. A snort and a snicker from Paula and me, a reserved Spanish lady and a couple from Texas were off. Getting off was even more bizarre.…

  • All going well

    I was a bit nervous about today as the guide books talked about two paths-one spectacular and desperately difficult. The other was described as a walk along a highway with little to recommend it. In the dorm with me was Carmen, a woman a little younger than me also travelling alone . We talked it…

  • A lovely walk

    Not too far and a good trail. I arrived in Villafranca by 13:30 and had time to shower and wash my clothes. I set off through the steep little town …many streets are sets of steps, with handrails. However everything was shut for siesta of course so here I am in the lovely municipal garden…

  • Setting off and arriving

    It was not so cold today. I liked the little town. There was a transplanted Texan who opened for breakfast and apologized for not having tortillas ready. Coffee and toast with chopped tomatoes and oil were fine for me. Nobody had talked much about the descent into Ponteferrada. Maybe they didn’t want to scare us.…

  • A hard walk

    I kept tripping and almost falling…also I took a black and white cow for a villain as I set off in the dark. I spent many hours walking alone and I liked it very much. A high point was the iron cross or crux de fer where people are supposed to leave a stone as…

  • A wonderful walk

    We past through Astoria today and there was, of course, a magnificent cathedral…,and the fairy-tale castle of Gaudi. I did not tarry as an annoying man started to explain how today’s holiday ( Columbus Day) had benefited the natives. . . By baptizing them. I scooted away after having expressed my complete disagreement The walk…