Day 6

A day without coffee is not a good day. We started our day off right with some café con leeche . Then we walked out of the town,

We walked over a bridge, Puente la Reina, meaning; bridge of the queen.

There were more clouds today and a light rain, nothing major in the forecast though. Past more vineyards and olive groves.

The terrain is much nicer, hills not mountains.

Its so strange to me that we see these places far off in the distance than more and more details as we get closer.

Sometimes there are newer houses and developments before we enter the older section, which in this case is another walled city.

With very narrow streets that go up and up, if a car comes you have to move fast.

This is a picture of Al and Jameem, a Korean girl we have walked with a few times on a segment of the old Roman road.

This road is over 2000 years old.

Lunch was paella and lemon beer, both were very good.

Later we grabbed some figs from a tree beside the trail, fresh figs are marvelous.

This is what their fields look like , more stones then Connecticut I think.

All of the doors here are incredible, it could almost be a contest, this is the winner today.

more to follow, until then be well. #pilgrim #doors #caminodesantiago

Day five
Staying in Pamplona was marvelous. I loved the albergue, 9e and washers are free to use, they even supply the detergent. How can you beat that!?

This is another one of those huge places, with dormitorios. We were in bunks side by side, no one above. 😀they were set in alcoves in groups of two, so our own little section we could spread all our stuff out in. So a good night. We bought wine, cheese, sausage, bread and some olives and ate in the plaza! Super nice. This is a picture of that plaza, oposite side had a cathedral. Very big.

Leaving the city we walked past the arena where bull fights are held. Then the campus of the University of Navarra. This is a picture of a way mark.

Getting out of the city we did manage to get a little turned around, Al says that, I say, are we lost? Again?!

But we did stumble across some cool sights.

Then the suburbs, not much to say. Then we hit the path which is rocky. This is looking back

I didn’t think we would see water this high but we did, so I had a little soak

The constant walking has been taking a toll on me.

We are getting close to the top of another mountain 2,590ft or 790km.

This is called the monument to pilgrims. You may notice, one of these pilgrims does not look like the others! 🤔

Coming down not so fun, big boulders and rocks plus a steep decline.

After a long day the path seems endless.

But finally we have arrived at our albergue

More to follow, until then, be well.#camino#pamplona#pilgrims

Day four

We stayed at at a pretty nice place last night we stayed in Zubiri. It was only 10 euros and the woman there washed and dried 3 days worth of clothes for us for 6 euros more. Which was fantastic! The last time we were here the whole town was so crowded we ended up on mattresses on the towns gym floor!

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We had a good start, walking by the Arga. The Arga is a river that paralleled our path. We had a little road walking in the beginning. We had only two big hills to deal with. Some with steep declines. We are still slowly coming down.

I want to live in this house . Just throwing that out there

looks like I’m entering the secret garden

The day was mostly good until we hit the city streets, i hate walking on cement.

We could have crossed this bridge into the city but choose the alternate route which went through the park, and of course got lost.

We eventually found a way- marker. Way-markers are yellow arrow pointing the way, sometimes they are in tricky places or so slight you miss them. In the city they are metallic clam shells imbedded in the sidewalk.

Pamplona is a vibrant city. we had to walk right through the newer city that surrounds the older walled city.

This is the actual wall that surrounds the city! I just find that so incredible. These people live in a medieval city and walk on cobbled streets every day!! Next we cross the drawbridge and go over to get into the old city.

Inside the ramparts

then a quick march to our albergue.

more to follow, until then

Be well

#pamplona #caminofrances

Day three

We left late this morning hungry and in need of coffee.

This is the inner courtyard at the monastery.

It’s another beautiful day but we are still a little sore and weak from yesterday. I kinda hurt everywhere and some places are worse than others.

This sign is outside the monastery, we still have a long way to go. I wished I could say it was an easy day but it wasn’t, there were still many ups and downs.

They were many pretty places that we walked through also .

I am not sure what was going on in my head, but I was ready to just quit today. We did our usual morning routine, we talked we prayed and I felt a little better. This is not like other vacations, we are not busy doing stuff, going from place to place trying to fit it all in, we are just walking, usually side by side. It’s nice. Our lives are so busy and complicated. I work the opposite shift from Al, and I work every weekend, so this is a blessing to have this time together.

We were getting passed a lot today while walking, taking lots of little breaks. At lunch we stopped for a much longer time, met up with a few people we had run into along the way. That was what finally lifted the black cloud over my head. It also could have been the hot food and coffee. 😁

The trail got rough again after that, steep declines, and rocky, we are still essentially making our way down from all the altitude we gained yesterday. It was like walking through a gorge over slabs of rocks and loose stones. At a few places I thought, We can’t get by this, it was too narrow or steep, mostly both, but we did eventually get down.

We walked almost 20 miles today, but it felt way more then that. We got in late, had a so so dinner but sat with a couple from Ireland, I could have listened to their voices all night.

Sometimes it’s not the food you eat but who you are sitting with that makes the meal. Well it’s late, I will leave it at that.

More to follow, until then be well.

#Pyrenees, #camino

Day two.

St. Jean Pied de Port is a beautiful town with medieval cobbled streets.I have only seen it in the dark. Twice now we have stayed here, slipping in and out in the twilight to begin our walk. Pied-de-Port means ‘foot of the pass’ in Pyrenean French. Some people starting the Camino chose to start their walk in Roncesvalles and miss the hike over the Pyrenees. Not foolish us.

Leaving town we walked through the gate of Saint James.

Then there are two choices to make when you leave town, the easier way, the Valcarlos Route, which is used a lot in bad weather or the much more difficult route, the Route de Napoleon, which travels over the Pass of Roncesvalles. This is what we did last time and it’s supposed to be a beautiful day but It is arduous! It winds up for 20km and then steeply down for 5km.

It was drizzling when we left town, I had on rain gear Al choose just a jacket. The beginning not so bad, but we made some mistakes, Al made a big one, he did not fill his water bladder. Which was serious! No matter what, always carry water, even if you don’t think you will need it, someone else may. Which we did. I filled up my bottle, which we were sharing.

Our first glimpse of the Pyrenees, which is a range of mountains separating Spain and France.

We are slowly getting closer and haven’t yet realized the danger we have set ourselves up for.

Yes, we will be crossing these mountains. As we get higher the views get more and more impressive. We will reach the Col de Lepoeder at 1,450m.



In the pastures are many animals, they seem to all free range together. We walked through herds of sheep, horses and cows.





We emptied my water by now and we had the opportunity to fill it up again, we could have filled Als container, but we did not. Big mistake!

We tried to ration our water and when we were down to just half bottle just Al was drinking it because he was in dire straits.

The road winds around, you think this is it, around the corner is the top, nope another hill to climb.

We decide after another rest, Al is going to rest longer and I am going to go ahead to get water at the fountain after the peak. But that was also farther than we thought.

I asked other pilgrims if any had spare water and a generous person gave me half a bottle. I hurried on knowing this wasn’t enough for Al, it barely slacked my thirst. There was a food truck there selling things and as I had no money another generous person paid for two bottles for me.

I dropped my pack there and hurried back to Al. He thought he wasn’t going to make it but I arrived and he drank one bottle down. He felt he could now walk so I carried his pack and we reached the summit.

We shared the second bottle of water because it turns out the fountain was still 3km’s ahead.

I had to drop my pack a couple more times and run back and then carry his until we finally made it to the fountain. He didn’t feel better until he drank 3 more bottles of water. I think we were both dehydrated.

Going down wasn’t that much easier, we were both running on empty. I was hurting all over and could feel the blisters forming on my feet.

Finally we arrive.

The monastery at Roncesvalles, where we are assigned beds 117 & 119.

More to follow,

Until then,

Be well.

Our 2nd Caminó Adventure

Day One

Well saying what a day doesn’t even cover it. We started out on an Asian bus from Mohegan Sun to Flushing NY in the wee hours of Saturday. First I need to mention that I worked Friday into Saturday at Mohegan sun myself. Instead of slipping into bed when I got home, I woke Allen up. We wanted to be out the door by 3 am and we still had some things to do. The bus left at 4:30. I have a co-worker who has taken these buses before and said be early, the buses leave right on the dot. I was told the bus would take a few hours from Norwich to JFK. Well we made it to New York in less then Two! Our driver drove like he was being chased. I am not sure why we were asked to sit in the very back of the bus, it could have been the huge back packs, but I don’t know. We were thrown around and bounced so much sleep was not an option. I almost bit threw my lip and was air born more then once. It was crazy! But we made it to New York!

We were dropped off on Main St. in Flushing in the pre-dawn darkness. We really didn’t know where to go but the bus driver said the subway is right around the corner. We’ll not really. We just kept walking down Main Street to where we could see more lights and people. There were a surprising number of people out at 6 am on a Saturday. We did find the subway and got some help and a map. Some how we still managed to get off on the wrong stop. I like mass transit mostly and we got to JFK pretty quick. Down side is our plane doesn’t leave till 6pm. We talked about walking around the city, we don’t get to New York that much but I was tired and we had the huge packs strapped to our backs.

Well sleeping at the airport not so good. I think they purposely design the chairs so you can’t sleep in them. And it was so dang bright in there. We were pretty much the only people in our terminal for quite awhile. We watched flight after flight leave, finally ours was called.

We landed in Paris at dawn of another day. Beautiful, but no time to enjoy the sunrise we had to run to catch our bus to the train station. Bus was in whole other terminal, Paris CDG is huge, really really huge. Buses supposedly run every half hour to the train station which is an hour away. Normally. Why is there a rush hour and so much traffic on a Sunday I don’t know. Well I won’t drag it out, we missed our train. Al knew the times were kinda tight but thought we could make it. We only just missed it too! Which was awful. Also awful, only two trains a day run to where we want to go. We missed the morning one, next train, 6 PM!#@#&~!

Several hours in Paris you think, not so bad right? Well we were both pretty tired, we still walked around a bit, we were a little afraid to stray to far away from train station. We got a sandwich and some water, back to train station. Which was also huge and jammed packed with travelers, no seats anywhere. People sitting on floors and luggage. We roamed around a lot, do you know they charge a fee to use the rest room, almost a whole euro. It’s actually someone’s job to sit inside the restroom and make change for people, crazy. I eventually found a seat and Al had to stand nearby until another one opened up. Not fun.

Now we are sitting on the train, couldn’t get seats next to each other, which I hate. Al, knowing there’s a chance we might miss train got insurance on tickets. Oh, that’s not how it works we we’re told! What? Excuse me? What is the insurance for? Well I don’t know, Says the ticket agent, I just know you have to buy new tickets! She says we will have to take it up with online service, hmm I am still hoping for a refund.

Several hours later, one train transfer and we finally arrive at St. Jean Pied de Port.

The people at the pilgrim office are beyond nice. They volunteer to man the office until the last train comes in. They also help you find a bed if you haven’t booked ahead, which we didn’t. 10 euros a piece, we get a bed, hot shower and breakfast in the morning!

Our first sello in our pilgrim passport!

Now off to bed,

more to follow,

until then, be well