Part 2, Day 2, Tuesday October 9th, Labruge to Rates

There were ten in the room last night. No bunk beds and a bonus: my bed was last so I had a wall next to me AND a window! He who controls the window controls the heat! I find it very hot here at night that I end up throwing off the down throw andContinue reading “Part 2, Day 2, Tuesday October 9th, Labruge to Rates”

Part 2, Day 1, Monday October 8th – Porto to Lebruge

It is pitch black. I am somewhere in Porto. The bus station is only a bus parking area. No building, no all night café. Nothing. It is 6:30 in the morning. I collect my backpack and reorganize it. I am trying to think of what to do between now and 2pm when the albergue opens.Continue reading “Part 2, Day 1, Monday October 8th – Porto to Lebruge”

Day 11, Oct 7th, Burgos to Porto, Portugal

I left Cathy at the bus station in Burgos with two other pilgrims who had dropped out. The wife had stumbled going into a pub and sprained her ankle. They too were heading to Bilbao. The cathedral bells were ringing, calling me so I hustled over the bridge into the main gate and saw aContinue reading “Day 11, Oct 7th, Burgos to Porto, Portugal”

Day 8 Oct 4. – Los Arcos to Azofra…thoughts

In the last few days the subject of grief has come up again and again. There are probably many pilgrims walking The Way in memory of someone. Pilgrims have left small plasticized photos of their loved ones tied to a fence. A tree is laden with ribbons, each ribbon has a name written on it.Continue reading “Day 8 Oct 4. – Los Arcos to Azofra…thoughts”

Day 7, Oct 3, Estella to Los Arcos

Rather than repeat the daily routine, I thought I would tell you more about my Scotiabank woes and some Camino gossip. Scotiabank woes Last year in Mexico Amanda told me about the Scotiabank advantage. No foreign transaction fees and they have partner banks in Europe and Mexico, so ATM fees are also waved. So IContinue reading “Day 7, Oct 3, Estella to Los Arcos”

Day 4, September 29 – Zubiri to Pamplona

We walked again with Joyce from India currently living in England. Hung out with Rob and Linda from Jasper at Hemmingway’s favorite hangout Café Iruna in Pamplona and slept in an albergue on the second floor where the ceiling was far above us, the floor was of thick glass and a 100 bunk beds linedContinue reading “Day 4, September 29 – Zubiri to Pamplona”

Day 3, Sept 29th- Roncevalles to Zubiri

We were awoken by Jozef who had introduced himself last night when we arrived. For the last 15 years, as a volunteer hospitalario at this Dutch-run monastery turned albergue, he has been the Singer of Roncevalles. At the time we weren’t too sure what this meant. He was Dutch and his English wasn’t great andContinue reading “Day 3, Sept 29th- Roncevalles to Zubiri”

Day 2, Sept 28 – Orisson to Ronsevalles

The weather was perfect for crossing up and over the Pyrenees. Sunny, a bit of a breeze, not to warm. You couldn’t ask for anything better! The views were impressive, almost Heidi-like with large dairy cows with huge bells tied around their necks, ponies and sheep. An older man with two elderly sheep dogs walkedContinue reading “Day 2, Sept 28 – Orisson to Ronsevalles”