Segovia, Spain…a day in the life.
The 2-way radio comes alive:
BLIP…Hurry up and get here. We are having SO much fun!! Ireland is here, the Dr. and his fiance are here, Switzerland is here, Spain is here, drummers are here… (Apparently, everyone but us are there)
We hear the clicks of our walking sticks pick up the pace as we try and catch up to the fun.
We arrived too late for the fun, but did catch some drumming on video. We see evidence on the bar from the previous crowd:
Ireland and Switzerland are still lingering on the steps of the bar enjoying the first consistent rays of sunshine that we have seen in days. Oh, well. Guess Randy and I aren’t having the MOST fun on the trail today. We missed most of the festivities at the bar, including unique stamping techniques, but it is still a wonderful day to be alive! Can’t complain.
Back on the road again.
Some lucky critters will get a treat today!
Yep, tail’s still there.
What does this say?
Although everyone, Nolle-guamos (tall branching leaves of trees used to shade coffee plants), bodies in souls become oars all.
Is it something to do with the fluid movements of our walking sticks as we flow down the Camino path of life?
May need to phone a friend and use a lifeline on this one.
Clothesline in the old lean-to. Why not?
This garden is way ahead of mine.
Tall, tall trees remind me of what I envision of the California Redwoods. I’m guessing these trees would appear dwarfed next to the Redwoods.
It helps to look at things from a different angle, from time to time.
E.T., phone home? Not sure what this is, but it may have something to do with the tub at the bottom.
This pilgrim from Chicago has decorated his backpack with the traditional shell, practical umbrella and the common yellow flowers we see along
We find a nice albergue in Arco do Pino. Large room full of bunk beds, nice hot showers and food/bar across the street.
A-h-h-h-h… a little bit of heaven here on earth.
Only one more day of walking… after laundry and sleep.
The swollen river rushes by as I look below from the medieval bridge.
We hike through 4 to 5 inches of mud, manure and water, up and down steep hills, all the while enjoying the countryside, small villages and hamlets. (At least, I am enjoying it) The day is getting longer and fewer photos are captured since I need to make some time and get to our destination.
We arrive in Ribadiso only to find that the albergue has not opened yet for the season and are given directions to an albergue in Arzua. Another 5 kilometers… A-r-r-r-g-h!!
We walk and walk and walk some more. This long day is starting to seem like an eternity.
O.K., will we find lodging just around the corner?… past the next grove of trees?… at the top of this hill? Maybe it’s never going to appear, and we’ll have to sleep under the stars.
Our distance today is approaching 21 miles.
A-h-h… O Retiro. You are a friend of mine.
Quote by Abraham Lincoln
I literally crawl out of bed since my leg muscles are protesting the previous day’s events. Steps are especially painful, but coffee gives me the incentive to go down the two flights of stairs to breakfast. We devour a filling breakfast of tostados, fresh squeezed orange juice, cafe Americano for me and a cafe con leche (with milk) for Randy .
A 73 year old mother from Germany and her 2 daughters, who are also walking the Camino, were our breakfast companions this morning. We share Camino experiences with each other since we feel so experienced having 3 full days under our belts. We could have visited longer, but the day is not going to wait for us and the rest of the gang has left without us (Even Kathy with the bum knee is speedier than me!). We strap on the backpacks and step outside. Overcast but not raining. O.K., …so far so good.
Your guess is as good as mine as to the meaning of this mural we see along the narrow street. My guess is the gorilla in the upper left has something to do with evolution, Christ with the crown of thorns is in the lower right, and the soldier on top of the largest human could be Christians dominating the Moors. What do you think?
We remind ourselves to not get so wrapped up in the surroundings that we forget to follow the yellow arrows. Follow the seashells…follow the yellow arrows. All are determined to walk today so no taxi is needed.
Actually, it’s an albergue. Locals call Albergue de Peregrinos de la Augustina de Cacabelos the Old Church, since the albergue was built around the church. Yes, around. The rooms form a ring around the church, with a courtyard in between. It has modern facilities including showers. As nice as the heaters and cozy room were last night, it would be so cool to stay here. Bonus points for only costing 5 Euro per person. My socks and boots are dry right now, so I guess that means bonus points for last night’s lodging, Hostal Gallega.
Oh, no… it’s raining AGAIN!! AARRGGHH!!
At least today will be a shorter day than yesterday.
Really? Are you sure?
Around the world you’ll find pride in the results of laundry endeavors. Why go through all that work if the clothes aren’t sparkling, right?
Woman washing and scrubbing her clothes in the river near Villafranca del Bierzo in Northern Spain.