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 when I revealed I was a grandmother like her. A large black dog who put the fear of God into me at the end of the village took one look at me, turned tail and fled. Was it the pink backpack? Who knows?

It was spooky in the forest, walking along a paths lined with gnarled chestnut trees. I almost expected a wolf to appear and ask the way to grandma’s house Oh, I forgot, I am grandma.

Not a soul to be seen.

I had to watch my footing too as I manoeuvred down some steep stone steps, then I noticed there was a little cabin under the bank. Why? Who? Don’t you think it’s funny the picture turned out weird?

I hurried on to the town of Sarria where those doing the short Camino set off. I met four people I already knew! One was my first Camino friend from when we set off, I expect more of this as we are all converging from different Caminos to finish at Santiago.

Still serious about masks

A beautiful day

Morning sky

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 dot that represents me off the trail in the middle of nowhere. The stone markers clearly said this was the trail though and the prospect of toiling up a steep stoney track to the road where one vehicle an hour passed did not appeal. So I marched on through the most lovely lanes

Finally I came upon this sort of hippie yoga house in the middle of nowhere and they assured me that I was on track. Charming? Yes but the hosts of flies visiting from an adjacent barnyard sent me hurrying along. Turns out the powers that be had made an alternative path off the official one. At the 20 km mark I was very glad to see my albergue appear at the side of the road. Getting into the last week of planning now. Some more beautiful scenery from today.

A traditional storehouse for corn
They didn’t need an app!

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. I discovered bones I never knew existed.

I was frantic that I would be late but no, thanks to a most unBudist awakening (Stevie Wonder played at top volume) I was soon scuttling along in the dark to the next village and my rendezvous with Victor.

Best of the day
I liked Brownie but had to be content with Paula

For an hour we labored up the steep mountain. Victor kept us al in check. The horses had a well deserved drink after an hour

By this time I had discovered the downside of a poorly padded behind
A wedding at O’Cerebrio

Good luck to them and then we got hauled off the horses and had to walk 10 km to get to our really lovely albergue. Up and down like a switchback. I never would have made it without the horse ride, We had the best dinner in a long time in a sort of stone yurt. I met up with two young people I knew and liked from before and we ate togetherness.

Great statue on the way and appropriate graffiti

I have to sleep now 20 km ahead tomorrow. It termed rain this evening in true Galician tradition so I hope for better tomorrow.

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 over and left together in the dark …to take the more conservative route. Although it was on hard surface there was hardly any traffic and a protected designated path allowed us to relax. Our main complaint was cold as the sun did not penetrate the valley floor where we were walking until 11 am! I used an extra pair of socks as mitts

It was pleasant to hear the stream beside us and to talk some muddled up language together. It was also a wonder of engineering to see the fly-over highway that allowed us to walk in relative quiet.

The villages were pretty, the terrain was mercifully flat and I arrived early at my albergue which appears to be run by Buddhists. The best thing is that I have managed to book a horse ride over the worst of the mountain ahead. Imagine climbing in 9 km 100’s of meters in altitude. The horse can do it!

A new friend
A Sarracin castle on the hill

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 still bright with roses and other white flowers. I easily did 20 km with the good walking conditions and will do a little less tomorrow as the place I wanted to stay is closed. However the substitute offered me bed, supper and breakfast for 20 euro so I took it!

A few pictures from today

Under 200 km left
Vacation home? Not!
That’s more like it!
An old wine press

Setting off and arriving

Leaving town early

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.

Kilometres of this made me slow
Rewarded with pretty villages on the way though

Finally I got into Ponferrada, a large and busy town with a huge Templar’s castle

My lunch guest

It was only about 2 km out of town to my very modern and nice albergue. I will do another 20 km tomorrow minus the crazy mountain descents to Villafranca. Gave a poor fellow pilgrim CBD cream for her feet. She says she will do 30 km tomorrow. I can’t imagine. What did I like best today? Alone time in a beautiful natural setting!

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.

Some pretty flowers as consolation

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 symbol of the pain and sorrow one wants to leave behind.

I did my thing!

The walk after this was flat and nice but I had heard that there was a big descent. It came!

A sort of dance down

And at last in a nice albergue with clothes in the washing machine !

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 outside of the town was wonderful. I was completely alone in countryside that seemed to belong to no one. The two great luxuries of the age, space and silence, were mine for hours.

Gaudi museum and gardens in Astoria

The high point of the walk was this strange “ oasis” run by a man called David. He offered coffee,fruits, toast and fresh orange juice for whatever one wanted to pay. A French guy told me he allowed him to shower the night before, cooked him a meal and gave him a bed for nothing. There was even a little shack with a stove where we could warm up. How strange he was! He has been doing this for Seven years.

David’s Oasis

We are staying in el Ganza which means “GooseTown”in an albergue where dinner costs more than the bed…and is worth it! See the stork nest on the roof of the church

Out of Leon and into the country

Now it can be told! I fell in Leon as I gazed at some ceiling murals purported to be the “sixtine chapel” of the Romanesque era . Included in the experience was negotiating some Middle Age type steps and … I didn’t negotiate so well. Down I went on both knees and I now have spectacular stained glass color knees.

OK this place is wonderful and French and stunning! Very different from Burgos but I loved the outside too. There was a Middle Age festival going on which added to the ambiance.

My knees look bad but work well. In spite of the look I did 20 k no problem

Sometimes I feel like this
How lovely is this? People used to joust on this bridge!