These are the Sacristies of all the churches that I visited and was allowed to take pictures in from where we began our walk in Sarria all the way to Santiago.
It was my first time flying by myself. I thought for sure I would be late for boarding, lose my luggage, or miss the flight altogether, so it was a relief to be on the plane. Some of these nerves were probably excitement in anticipation for the Camino, but I was still prepared to ask a flight attendant for a bag. As I was searching for my seat, a white tuft of fur caught my eye and led me to an old woman wearing a giant white fur hat (in May might I remind you). I got farther down the aisle and realized I would be sitting by her. I was so pleased. Another older woman was sitting in the aisle seat, and as I tried my best to politely climb over her into the middle seat, white-fur woman was giving me a glare only someone over seventy-five can get away with (I think she was upset she had to move her winter coat out of the seat). When I sat down, the woman on my left (aisle seat) greeted me with a smile and the woman on my right greeted her chest with a snore. I was a little bit disa...
I am sitting on the edge of my hotel bathtub, soaking my feet in a warm salt water bath wondering how I exactly I got here. Maybe it was the 75 miles walked in 5 days. Maybe it was all the downhill walking. Maybe it was my slightly too small hiking shoes. Maybe it was my lack of preparedness for the challenge I signed up for. More than likely it was a combination of all these things. Regardless of what went wrong, I am now suffering from several blisters. An especially painful one lodged underneath my left big toenail specifically. The pain in my toe has been hiding suspiciously under my nail, unbeknownst to me for a day or two. It wasn’t until I took my shoes off after walking today that I saw the bubble pushing my toenail forward and realized where the pain was coming from. Seeing the blister beneath my toenail was quite unsettling. First of all, it hurts. Secondly, it makes walking normally very uncomfortable and I came here to walk. Lastly, as my toenail is b...
What's the best way to visit a place? By making your way to all of its reputed churches, museums, and monuments and tasting the local cuisine? This is a question that the Camino de Santiago--and the concept of pilgrimage in general--can render difficult to answer, because when you're walking 10-15 miles on the Camino a day, the "place" isn't so much a specific geographic location as it is the journey. So, to answer my original question, the best way to visit a place when the place is the Camino (an expansive network of woodland trails, paved pathways, and marked village and city roads) is to begin each day with zero expectations of what you're going to encounter on that given day. The results may surprise you, as they did for me: The Camino renders the familiar unfamiliar, so encountering the types of animals we see all the time at home in Indiana is nevertheless a joy. This includes donkeys, dogs aplenty, cows, calves, sheep, and all types of birds...
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