On May 15, 2018, exactly 40 days after leaving Saint Jean Pied de Port, France, I reached the cathedral of Santiago de Compostela by foot. By some miracle I made it! And there was a tourist train out front to greet me. Of course! I'm going to go ride that train later today to make... Continue Reading →
The night before Santiago total: $5,482
I will be walking into Santiago tomorrow morning with my head held high. I am proud of two things when I hobble into the cathedral square: I actually made it almost 500 miles across Spain, despite all of my internal obstacles (not in the best shape, not an experienced hiker, self-doubts, a left ankle with... Continue Reading →
Mother’s Day self-induced punishment (to Brea)
My husband wished me a happy Mother's Day and hoped I was enjoying my self-induced punishment. When I got the message at 3:30, I thought I still had five miles to go (turns out I had more than that left) and my calves were cramping up from the hills. I was pretty grumpy... ...but now... Continue Reading →
Limping towards the finish line, reconnecting with the starting point: to Portomarín and Eixere
I've got news for you: Jesus didn't start in St Jean, Le Puy, or Rome for Santiago, either. Leaving Sarria towards Santiago. It's been a different Camino the last two days, which is not necessarily a bad thing. The minimum distance that one must walk to earn a Compostela in Santiago is 100 km. Sarria... Continue Reading →
Over the mountain and through the woods … to Samos
Sorry I have not updated you since Ponferrada. Once I left the city for the mountains again, both Wi-Fi and cell coverage became very dodgy. WordPress will let me post text-only entries and let me grab photos already uploaded on cell data, but not upload new media. The room I am in now happens to... Continue Reading →
Almost there…
... not to Santiago but to meeting the $5,000 goal of Steps to Support SCLS one woman walkathon! $4,668!That means we only have $332 left to go! I will reach Santiago in 8 days. Thank you everyone!
Rockin’ & Rollin’ into Ponferrada
Rabanal to Ponferrada, Part 2: I was a rocker chick as a teenager in the 80s. I was also a rocked out chick yesterday. Or we could say that I got rocked yesterday. I just cannot believe how difficult it was getting out of the mountains. Descents have not been a big deal this whole... Continue Reading →
Sun is NOT my friend. Fromista
I feel like this is going to turn into a negative post. I am so sorry if it does, but today was a hard day. Yes, there was one hill that absolutely sucked, but that's not what made it a low day. What made a frustrating day is that my mortal enemy the sun is... Continue Reading →
The Meseta— to Castrojeriz
I didn't mean to come off negative about the meseta yesterday; I was trying to communicate how surreal it was with the color of the sky, the silence, the desolation, the isolation (until the two kids in dirt bikes came through). Today was day two of crossing the meseta, but a completely different experience because... Continue Reading →
To Hornillos del Camino
The meseta. I didn't think much of this stretch except "oh great, it will be nice and flat and easy." Then in the last few days I started hearing about Pilgrims who were just simply hopping on a bus to skip the next five days of walking. Why would they do that? Answer: the meseta.... Continue Reading →