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July 3: Santander

July 2: Palencia

We took the train from Santiago to Santander with an hour stop at Palencia., which gave us time to visit the city and sit tranquilly in an outdoor cafe to enjoy a beer. It was sunny and 30 C (86 F), the warmest it has been in two months. Delicious!

These statues are next to the cathedral. What do they remind you of?

We arrived at Santander in the late afternoon. Conveniently the train station is across the street from the bus station. The hardest part of arriving in a strange city is getting one’s orientation; getting a map is the first thing we like to do. The tourist information center was 900 meters away and we left the tourism office with a map, a hotel list, and an attraction guide–knowledge is powerful.

We found a nice pension near the train/bus stations and then went in search of a book to read during the 17 hour ferry ride to England, and then we went in search of a restaurant that did not serve the customary fare. We walked for almost two miles before we gave up; all we found were cafes, clothing stores and perfumers. Though we did not walk far that day, we were both exhausted from the boredom of sitting 10 hours on the train.

July 3: Santander

Once again, nature is not on our side. It is in the 60s, misty, and overcast which means our photos are not a brilliant as we would like. After storing our backpacks in a locker at the bus station, we visited this beautiful ocean-side city. First we went to the post office and waited in line for about 30 minutes before getting waited on. We laughed at the officious clerk who stamped the paperwork as if it were a royal document. Bang on the ink-stamp, and then bang with a flurry on each of the six pages. I couldn’t help comparing the number of people assisted in the duration with the number that the Ashton Street Post Office near us could process, and with fewer people.

We walked along the board walk for several hours, taking photos of various statues. One sculpture commemorates young naked boys who used to dive for coins. ( Yes, the statues are anatomically correct; I just had to look). We passed huge buildings, the port, maritime museums, concert halls, beaches, sailing schools, parks, and lots more. Since is was inclement, most of the passersby were tourists or people going to work. The bay in Santander is considered one of the most beautiful bays in the world, but the inclement weather dulled the beauty. The only ones on the beach were lifeguards.

We culminated our walk at the Magdalena Palace, constructed in 1908 as a summer residence for the royal Spanish family. We visited the grounds and walked around the huge edifice. On the grounds are tennis courts, polo fields, carved trees, even a small festival.

We left there in search of Cocido Montañés (Highlander stew or Mountain stew) which is a local hearty bean stew. Unable to find any, we ended up with pasta, which was surprisingly flavorful.

By six P.M, we returned to the bus station for our backpacks and then went to the ferry to await boarding at 8:15. The room is tiny, which may have caused Dennis’ seasickness. After leaving the room, he felt much better. Soon we will be in England, at last.

June 30: Little Fox House

Leaving Santiago yesterday, Dennis’ backpack seemed heavy and he needed a little help. Afterward, we delighted a young Spaniard with the “globo“. The bus ride to Vimianzo only took about an hour. From there, it took us about an hour to walk to the Little Fox House (A Casa do Raposito). It was a beautiful day, warm, with a little breeze. We peaked a hill and then crossed the Rio Grande, which at this point is not really big. Once we arrived, Tracy Saunders told us we were the first to walk the 9 km to her guest house from town.

We have a lovely room in the centuries-old stone house. Tracy is a wonderful hostess and makes us feel quite at home. To our surprise, the Little Fox House has WiFi. There are two other guests from Holland, and the dinner conversation was lively. Even after two months in Spain and Portugal, having dinner at half past nine seems strange to me.This is donativo which means that we make a donation for what we think the stay is worth and participate in the meal preparation and cleanup. We did the dishes.

This morning I slept in until 9 A.M, Since I was the first one up, I read for several hours before our host awakened and served breakfast. Afterward, Dennis and I walked 1.5 km along a river path to the town of Ponte do Porto to see the town and the festival. We watched a procession that included a band and people carrying statues, the fireworks, games for children, and a stage show. We eat a wonderful lasagna served on the terrace of a little restaurant. You can’t imagine how peaceful and happy we were sitting in the sunshine, enjoying each others company, delicious food, and watching the local dogs. For the first time, we saw a Chinese Crested hairless dog; the owner said it was very loving, but timid.

After supper, Tracy took us to see a picturesque shipping village, Laxe, and then the 3000 year old village, Castro de Borneiro which is at the top of a small hill. I can almost imagine what life must have been like here in 900 B.C with fishing, hunting, and grazing.

I love Galicia, with its mountains, seashore, and local customs. I’m very fortunate to have had a few days to spend here.

June 28: Santiago de Compostela

Wrapping up our stay in Santiago de Compostela.

First,we retrieved our bikes from storage at Ivar Rekve’s office located at Travesía da Universidade 1. He is very personable and we spent a good part of the morning chatting with him.

From there, we walked our bikes to Mail Boxes ETC. They have a great deal for those shipping bicycles to the US: for 199 E, they ship the bike along with helmet and bags. This includes the box and disassembling the bike, as necessary. There must have been more than a dozen bikes in the shop today, and almost as many different bikes there yesterday.

Since I ran out of business cards, I went to the printers. The American size cards are different from the European ones, but they were accommodating and the price was reasonable. More weight, though, to carry.

Dennis tried to make amateur radio contacts, but because of the time shift, there were few Americans on the air. The balloon, though, worked well. He will try again later.

We confirmed our plans for the coming week. Tomorrow we leave to see Tracy Saunders at the Little Fox House. I am looking forward to meeting her and spending a few days resting and participating in a local medieval festival. She wrote the book, A Pilgrimage to Heresy, which I read and enjoyed. On Monday we will walk to Muxia (17 km away) then return to Santiago by bus to take the train to Santander where will take a ferry to Plymouth on July 3. There are many things do to in Santander, but since the temperatures are in the low 70’s, swimming will not be one of them.

While we are on the coast and traveling, I may not have an internet connection. In advance, I wish you all a happy 4th of July.

June 27: Santiago de Compostela

Today we went looking in Santiago de Compostela for three things, and managed to find two.

We have been without our comfort food, peanut butter, since April 20. Dennis has been craving the nutty spread, but it is difficult to find in Spain and Portugal. Yesterday when I asked a local grocer where I could find crema de cacahuete, I received that blank stare one receives when asking a question they don’t really understand because of mispronunciation or when asking a question so dumb that it is too painful to reply. At first I thought I had the wrong word, but she told me that yes, it was called crema de cacahuete, but that no one in Spain ate it. Perhaps, I would have given a Spaniard the same stare if they asked me where to find tripe in the US.

Today, Dennis talked me into looking at different grocery stores for our American delectable. A woman in line said she thought she had seen it in another store about 1/2 km away and escorted us to the Carrefour Market on c/ Montero Rius 33. There on the shelf, for 4.40 E was a selection of crunchy and smooth (crujiente or suave) peanut butter. It is not the natural style we enjoy but with added sugar…more like Skippy or Jif. Guess what we will be eating for supper tonight!

The second thing we searched for was a helium balloon. Dennis wanted to attach an antenna wire to the balloon and then get on the ham radio tonight from our hotel room. As common as these inflatables are in the US, they are as rare in Spain. First, each time I asked for a globus de helio, I got that blank stare. After a few tries, I realized I should not pronounce the “h” as in hello, but say the word as if it were not there; EElio. Even after pronouncing it correctly, most people have never heard of one. We ended walking about three km before finding a store that specialized in–you guessed it–helium balloons. For 5 E, Dennis walked out of that store a very happy man, beaming like a little boy.

The last item we searched for was a travel immersion water heater to boil water for tea. We checked every hardware store, Chinese bazaar (dollar store), and unique high-end cook shops. Again we received blank stares. We did find a large one for boiling a liter of water that would have taken up most of my backpack and cost 17 E. We decline.

Today wasn’t a complete bust. We will eat our peanut butter sandwiches, have tea (boiled with camping gear), and then Dennis will get on the air with his radio.

June 25: Santiago de Compostela

We arrived in Santiago de Compostela on June 25 (six months before Christmas) hot, thirsty, tired, and with sore feet. On the way to the cathedral, we got a hotel room so we would not have to carry our backpacks. From there, we limped to the Pilgrim’s Office to get our certificates of completion. The person at the office assumed I did the Camino for religious or spiritual purposes and gave me a Compostela; Dennis on the other hand received the certificate for completing the Camino for sport, culture, or health reasons. I am envious; I prefer his.

On our last days, we both developed blisters: Dennis on his toes and I on the heels. Both our feet have grown, Dennis is now a size 15.5 and I am a woman’s 9.5. At the shoe store, Dennis had only one option. If his feet continue to grow, I wonder if we will be able to find him shoes on the continent.

From the Pilgrim’s office we went to a cafe and celebrated with a beer. See how tired but happy Dennis appears. Exhausted, we tucked in at 8:30 P.M, forgetting to take an ibuprofen and consequently achy for most of the night.

In the morning, we went to the Pilgrim’s Mass and saw the Botafumeiro de Santiago de Compostela, a large incense burner swing over the pilgrims at the end of Mass. I was disappointed in today’s sermon. It had little to do with pilgrims (all about parents and educators teaching the young) and was delivered monotonously. I preferred the ceremony more in 2011, where the sermon was more appropriate for me as a pilgrim.

In the afternoon, we went in search of replacement clothes and to see which was better: sell our bikes or ship them home. We decided on the latter and will spend most of tomorrow completing the arrangements. We have decided to backpack through Europe, taking trains and buses as needed–I am too clumsy to continue biking. To date my falls have not been too damaging, but I have lost my mojo for biking. Dennis said that even though he loves biking, he loves me more and does not want to see me hurt. Isn’t he romantic! Now that decision is made, we need to plan our course, but I think we will be in England soon.

June 24: Padrón

Today could not have been more perfect–excellent weather, late start (11 A.M.) soft soil for the most part, short distance. To top it off, as we entered Padrón, someone had written J.B. the best on the sidewalk. Omen?

We had a late afternoon lunch with Tony and Lauren, a mother-daughter team from California. Fun people to talk with. After than we entered Padrón. As we crossed the river, we could see about a thousand “brownies” or lake trout.

After settling in we went to O’Pementero (statue in front of restaurant) a local eatery specializing in Padrón peppers. We had a serving of peppers with beer, and then visited another restaurant for another beer and the local cheese. As Sonia pointed out, we will need to return to a vegetable-based diet soon.

In spite of all the eating, Dennis has lost 8+ lbs. We will go to a pharmacy before we leave Spain to get the official weigh-in.

June 24: Caldas de Reis

Glorious walk—perfect hiking weather, wonderful vistas, good food, and a good companion. We pounded our feet for 35.4 km (almost 22 miles); at the end of the day my legs were sore, but thank goodness for ibuprofen.

Dennis and I are amazed by all the rock in Spain and Portugal. They use granite for fence post, buildings, roads, picnic tables, plazas, and you name it; white stone for cobbled sidewalks; marble inside and outside homes. Large granite slabs are often stacked like we would stack firewood. The mountain trails are stoney (or wet). Everywhere there is rock, and yet the ground is fertile and gardens abound.

Since it was Sunday, we had to walk 2.5 hours and over Alto de Canicouva at 145 m (900 ft). Coffee tasted so good I had two cups. As we crossed the old section of Pontevedra, we saw the 18^th century chapel Santuario da Perregrina, shaped like a scallop shell. Nine miles later and dreaming of a beefburger, we arrived at San Amaro. To my delight, the had beef hamburgesas.

We arrived at Caldas de Reis to find a festival. There were music, games, and inflatables for the kids. The albergues were full with teenagers from nearby towns and they opened the school to accommodate pilgrims. We stayed in a hotel near the river, not knowing that it was near the center of that evenings activity.

After washing up, we sat by the river, enjoying the sun, and eating local foods. We shared a meat empanada (mine is better) and octopus grilled with garlic and spices. We were in heaven, perfect way to end a perfect day. Until…

We returned to the hotel. About 10 P.M. the music started, not more than 100 feet from out hotel room. At midnight there was fireworks coming out of a small building constructed for the occasion and which they subsequently burned down. After the pyrotechnics, the music restarted. The fiesta is the Bonfire of St. John and 24 June is regarded as the Catalan nation day, similar to our 4th of July. They had really good singers, but I was exhausted and wanted sleep. At last, I remembered my earplugs which muffled the noise enough for me to fall asleep. Dennis said they were still partying it at 4:30 A.M. The Spaniards know how to enjoy themselves.

We were forewarned that most cafes would be closed in the morning. Since we are walking only 18.1 km (11 miles), we are not rushing out today. Dennis is using his amateur radio as I write this blog. We will mostly start to walk around 10:30 or 11: 00 A.M. Tomorrow we should be in Santiago.

June 21: Porriño, Spain

Leaving Tui we saw this stone sculpture. Most of the earlier part of the day was along dirt paths and country roads. The weather was cool and just right for walking. Since we were in the Louro valley, the air smelled clean like an early spring day. We crossed several old Roman bridges (if you look carefully at the picture, you can see how the cart wheels wore away the stones.) Though there were some muddy patches along the river, I managed to keep my feet dry, at least until we had to walk single file in tall grass. This section was not well waymarked, and I was doubting the advice received by a fisherman. I am still not sure if this was a local shortcut or the actual Way, but we eventually found the yellow arrows guiding us to Santiago.

I thought a lot today about what to do when we return to Santiago. We can take time off to visit Muxia and the Little Fox House; go to León and finish the bicycling Camino–either by peddling or on foot; or go to Santander, Spain to take the ferry to England or France. More importantly, I must to decide if I have the courage to return to biking or not. Busy mind.

Both in Portugal and Spain, people adorn their houses with roses, geraniums, and hydrangeas. In addition to flowers, many homes have gardens with various crops, especially kale, Brussels sprouts, potatoes, onions, and beans. Many gardens have grape vines, orange or lemon trees, with occasional nut trees. Many also have chickens, even in the suburbs.

After walking about 8 km through industrial ways, my feet and legs were sore. Just before entering the old quarters of Porriño, we passed the 100 km marker. After stopping for tea, Dennis said I walked as if I had just gotten off a horse. Since we were both tired, we called it quits, cutting this section (31 km) in half. We both appreciated the hot shower and nap.

June 20: Tui, Spain

Yesterday when we left Ponte de Lima, it was only 14 C (57 F), cloudy, and with a 50% chance of rain. For this reason, I put on all my rain gear and covered the backpack. After three hours, all my clothes were wet from perspiration; the plastic rain coat and pants preventing evaporation; but at least I was warm. Yesterday was the most difficult stage of the Camino Portuguese with a steep climb to Portela Grande at 405 m (1329 ft). At one point, I was holding onto roots, branches, and rocks to keep from falling backwards. Halfway up was a monument to Michelle Kleist , pilgrim, who was killed in a plane crash in Moree, Australia, on 30 March 2011. This reminded me of the Iron Cross on the Camino Frances. The descent is usually harder for me, but this was not too steep and I did just fine. It was a glorious day.

That night we stayed in a pension in São Rogue where the bath and electronics had Dennis laughing. He had to fix the shower doors before we could shower, then the water drained too slowly and I had to shut the water to prevent the basin from spilling out onto the floor. Additionally two of the three bulbs in the bathroom were missing.

When we checked into the pension we were told there was WIFI but that the son would have to type in the password. (You are probably wondering why there was such secrecy—we did). Unfortunately, after all that commotion, the WIFI did not work.

Today started off cold but warmed up. We had a short uphill walk and before we knew it we were on a 16-km downhill walk to Spain. This afternoon, we stopped on a hillside for a picnic lunch and for Dennis to set up his amateur radio station. He wanted to make radio contact with people while still in Portugal and this was his last opportunity. We were there for about 2.5 hrs, long enough for the sun to disappear behind clouds. I read the book The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho while he “conversed” via Morse code.

We visited the fortressed city of Valença, Portugal It was very commercial with lots of shops selling linen and clothes. It is a maze of streets which made it difficult to leave. From there, we crossed the Minho (Portuguese name) or Miño (Spanish name) River into Tui, Spain. We are staying in a pension not far from the cathedral. It was such a relief to not have to eat a Portuguese meal. It seems most restaurants for the past 20 days have cod, trout, or pork or veal cutlets with salad and French fries. Tonight, I had a lentil soup and Dennis had a pasta salad for first; we both had meatballs (pork) for second.

May 31: Preparing for Portugal

When we were on the way to Santiago, we had to transfer trains. While we had a tea at the depot, I spotted a man ordering a clear liquid, which he poured into his coffee. The bartender said it was a local beverage called aguardiente, made by distilling what is left of the fruit after making wine, very potent 42% alcohol. Last night after dinner, we shared a shot. It is very strong, like vodka, but with a sweet aftertaste.

We spent the morning sorting out our belongings: pile for shipping home, pile for backpacking, pile for leaving with bikes. Dennis then rode his bike to where we are storing it and then returned for mine, since I can’t ride on account of the gashed knee. I met him in town, went to the UPS store and then to the bus station, where we bought tickets for Lisbon. Our preparing for Portugal is done: tomorrow we are off, no longer bicigrinos but peregrinos. We celebrated this fact with a meal at Cafe Monolo in the Old Quarter; I had octopus stew, grilled squid, and half a bottle of wine.

I have an over-packed backpack. How did I manage on the last Camino? I know somehow it will all come together.