Blog 93 – 28.9.17. Camino 2: No place like home….

If you’re a Brit..and you’re on the Camino Frances, (the most well-known of several Camino de Santiago pilgrim trails)…and you’re in Galicia, northern Spain (at the end bit of the nearly 800km/500 mile Camino trail), you could be forgiven for doing a double-take and wondering if you actually left home…‘cos you’re in that thing that is a totally unfamiliar Spain…ie not a hot beachy Torremolinos Spain, but a green one. Yes..a green Spain with Oak trees, Horse Chestnuts, Poplar, Silver Birches and copious grass and planted crops scattered all about. Green patchwork fields and dry stone walls. A fertile and productive land. No, it’s not Yorkshire or Wales or even Ireland. But the vegetation, the slate (instead of the usual terracotta-tiled) roofs and even abandoned stone cottages (common in Ireland) do a seriously good impression of parts of the British Isles. The usual (but currently absent) Autumn rain would complete the picture. It’s the higher terrain, warm autumn temperatures, rows of conifers, massive slate outcrops, groves of (non-native/invasive) eucalyptus trees and horreos (raised grain stores) however, that give it away. This is not home…this is the Camino. Which sort of becomes home…your safe retreat from the hub-bub.

I set out at sunrise with my sticks and just went…down the hill from stunning O Cebriero (pic) with day-pack and John Brierley guide (https://www.findhornpress.com/categories/nature-travel/camino/a-pilgrim-s-guide-to-the-camino-de-santiago-1402) and ended the day with a pilgrims’ supper in Fonfrio, with Martin the industrial-size tyre man (umm..the tyres – not Martin) from Canada and a whole bunch of Brazilians! It’s strange and freeing to think about nothing else other than where you have to walk to that day. You can find yourself alone for long stretches of the very well way-marked paths (pics) ….and at other times, with others. And everyone is doing the same thing, separate and together, in a sort of conveyor-belt synchronised, Tai Chi, stick clicking, sort of a way. All moving the Chi towards…Santiago.

jx

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Dawn – O Cebriero

 

 

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Who am I?.......well, I'm getting to that age where I have to think about that before I answer... My name is J, I'm married to Jay and we live in the great city of London. I started this blog as an update to family and friends when I completely ruptured my Achilles tendon a few years ago (see The first post). I am so fortunate in every possible way...and in all honesty, I'm just using this blog to remind myself... Why is it called Ain't we got it made?: this is a line from one of my favourite songs (Sing Baby Sing - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtTgtkDLNys). Have I got it made? Well - I've got a roof over my head, running water right into my house, a fully-stocked supermarket round the corner, free and readily available healthcare; and I live with my lovely husband in a great city, in a beautiful country, where I feel safe and secure.... I rest my case. Fact or opinion: I am not an expert on anything… but I can confirm that everything in this blog is either fact or opinion. I hope to post regularly, mostly about things I find uplifting, positive, amusing, optimistic, important..or perhaps just about regular daily life...but I won't bother you too much. Thanks for stopping by... jx
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