[Gocamino] Portuguese Camino Summary
Jethess777@aol.com
Jethess777 at aol.com
Sun Oct 29 08:05:57 PST 2006
Hi Everyone,
I finally finished my camino summary. A composite of thoughts and happenings
from the journal I kept as I walked along the Portuguese Route this summer:
I will publicly thank everyone at the Confraternity of St. James (CSJ) and
the GoCAMINO (Americans on the Camino) websites for their assistance with
planning my first camino. I originally had intended to walk on the French route,
but I began to realize that, while do-able, it would have required several
connections to get to the Lugo-Sarria area. I did the camino on the foot-heels of
a three-week excursion through Iberia that included touring in Madrid,
Cordoba, Granada, Malaga, Marbella, Ronda, Gibraltar, Seville, and Portimao/Lagos/Sao
Vicente in the Algarve area of Portugal. I ended the vacation portion of
this trip in Lisbon with a day trip to Fatima, which was a wonderful precursor to
doing the camino.
It was suggested by the CSJ board contributors that I do the Portuguese route
instead and the timing worked out the best for me. My husband, Jim, returned
to the US from Lisbon. He did not plan on going because he has a bad right
knee and found that he couldn't train with me in the months prior to leaving
for Europe. Well, it was my idea anyway. So on the morning of July 19th I left
Lisbon on the CP train to Famalicao and changed to a regional train to
Valenca on the northern Portuguese border. I simply left the train station and
started walking through the town of Valenca, and found a tourist office which gran
ted me my first “sello” for my pilgrim credential. And then over the bridge
across the Minho River and into the town of Tuy, Spain. I solicited the help
of the good staff at the TI office in Tuy for a B&B to spend the night. I
stayed at a beautifully renovated place, a suite with a kitchen and living room.
It was called Casa Rural O Rozo and located northwest of Tuy, near Parque
Natural Monte Aloia. Cost = about 70 Euros. The hostess pointed out that there
was a restaurant and grocery store down the road. I enjoyed a plate of tapas
for supper and had a good night’s rest at the B&B.
The next morning after I started walking, I realized that I was quite a bit
off the camino track. I got back on the correct trail at the “109 and some km”
mark. I was very surprised at the lack of foot traffic on the paths, this
being so close to the festival of St. James date. I think that I had just
gotten off to a late start since I had to weave my way back onto the camino path
from the B&B. The weather was hot and the shade in the wooded area was very
welcome. I am a 58 year old woman walking alone and I can truthfully say that I
never feared for my own safety, but I was spooked when I saw a dead sheep in
the stream just beyond the San Telmo monument. I’ll admit to having heeded
some advice about safety beforehand, though. I carried two knives and a metal
walking stick with a pointed end “that could do some damage” if I were ever
attacked. I spent 22-1/2 years in the Army and I figured that a put-on cold
stare would be enough to ward someone off. I try to avoid carrying myself around
as if I am a victim (yeah …all five foot of me!). That said, the locals that
I encountered along the camino path were mostly elderly women who seemed to
appreciate a smile and a “buenos dias.”
There are several small chapels along this stage of the route and I did take
advantage of them to be alone to regroup my thoughts about “why I am here.”
After a bite of lunch, I was on the trek through the area south of O Porrino,
which was stressful—lots of big trucks on the road, kicking up lots of dust.
But I came across my first fellow pilgrim here by the roundabout, a French
woman about my age who was headed south to Fatima. I’ll admit to being tired
when I finally entered the city of O Porrino, so I stopped at the albergue there
to lighten my load. I had taken way too many toiletries and decided that
parting with a few unopened this’s and that’s would be in my best interest. I
took an almost two hour nap in that cool albergue, thanks to the most lovely
hospitalera running the place. She tried to convince me to stay the night, but I
got my second wind and decided to push on. The town of Mos was another 5 km
and I decided to try for it. I found a nice café, serving a good pasta/beef
chunks with vegetables supper. The woman running the café entertained me by
turning on the TV to a game show. That night it was geography of Spain. I
think I amazed her at how many questions I could answer (all fairly easy stuff—I
speak a good deal of Spanish, but wouldn't say that I am fluent). After
supper, I decided to push even further—all the way to Redondela. I made it to the
albergue by 9:30 p.m. Just enough room! Open bay dormitories, everyone down to
underwear on a hot night. Most everyone was in bed by the time I set my
rucksack down. The lights were out. A few women were doing the laundry. I was
lucky in that the one of the last open beds was right by an open window. I
thought that I would be sore the next day. My shins were slightly bothersome. I
took some Advil (ibuprofen) and quickly fell asleep after my shower. That
albergue was quite lovely with very good facilities, a converted building from
medieval times and situated next to a church. A former monastery, perhaps?
The next morning, July 21st, I got the chance to speak sporadically with
several of the last groups of pilgrims. Most were up before daybreak and hitting
the trails at the crack of dawn. Not me, it felt good to linger in bed a
while after the previous day's exertion No shin or foot pain on this morning! I
was in good shape for this day! I kept up a steady pace but was possibly the
last straggler on the path. Some of the most beautiful forests are in this
area, interspersed with vineyards. Eden must have been similar! Just short of
Pontevedra, I stopped by a wonderful café, serving a tuna sandwich with some of
those famous Padron pimentos added to it. (Cost for that and a Heineken was
under 3 Euros—I was really amazed at cheap restaurant food was in this area- it’
s like traveling through Kentucky or West Virginia). I sat at a table with a
couple from Mallorca whom I had seen earlier in the day. It was a nice break
trading information about how disaffected youth are treated in Spain vs the
United States. The woman,Paula, is a teacher and makes home visits. I am a
pediatric and family nurse practitioner and am currently employed by a school
district in California, so we had something in common. The couple decided to
stay in the albergue so I walked with them to it (also looking very nice), then
headed into the city where I had pre-reserved a room through
centraldereservas.com at Hotel Rias Baias (cost 56 Euros, no breakfast). No frills, but a
comfortable place that had a small refrig in the room. I was able to go to the
supermarket around the corner and purchase some dinner items and breakfast
foods, as well as some liquids to take with me for the road the following day.
I followed Brierley’s guide to the Camino Portugues and thought I’d find
very little luck in the way of cafes on the way to Caldas. However, there was a
rather new place right on the route, a bit past the midway mark and featuring
very nice roasted pork sandwiches (cost for it and a Coke was just over 4
Euros). I found the albergue in Caldas, but it had been closed for some time,
according to some of the locals. I booked into Casa Leirero, a B&B due west from
Caldas along N640 almost to AP 9. I was tired so I indulged in a short taxi
ride from Caldas to the B&B. Now, I’ll explain that I am a frequent user of
the “gites-de-france” system of Chambres D’Hotes in France and usually book
those that offer repas (supper). This B&B near Caldas was very similar to some
of the nicest facilities that I had stayed at while in the Auvergne and
surrounding areas of central and southwest France. This being a Saturday night,
July 22nd, it was a full house, including a Spanish couple who were now living in
Los Angeles, California and were visiting “back home.” Conversation flowed
easily and they wanted me to regale them of my adventures on the camino.
They were also curious about why I would be doing the camino in the first place
and why I was alone, all 5 foot of me. Dinner was a multi-course feast. The
main course was a seafood bouillabaisse. All very delicious! The next morning
we were served fresh baked croissants. The host drove me back to Caldas and
put me back on track so that I could attend Sunday Mass at the Iglesia and
continue on schedule. He sent me off with a large bottle of water and some
snacks for along the way. Very lovely hosts! I will come back one day and bring
my husband to this place.
Sunday was a full-sun day, not that much shade, but there were livestock to
commune with along the route. Horses, goats and a sheep or two today. Much is
said of barking dogs along the camino route. They were either on a long
chain or well fenced in. It began to make sense to me as to why there would be
large dogs in the first place. Much of the camino course appeared to run over
or adjacent to private property. Owning a large dog myself and partly for
security reasons, it was nice to see so many fine dogs. I sort of smiled at them
and told them what good pooches they were for doing their job well.
I walked through Padron and onward to Pazos where I had reserved a room
before I left for Europe, again through centraldereservas.com. The Hotel Scala’s
staff was wonderful. The gal at the desk oriented me to my room herself and
pointed out their pool and bid me to take advantage of having a dip there. The
grounds were very well manicured. Trellises with kiwi fruit set off a nice
outdoor area. Cost = 52 Euros including a nice breakfast. The hotel has two
fine restaurants attached. I chose the less expensive of the two, mainly
because they were serving dinner an hour earlier than the other. I was the first
customer. My first try of gallego soup—loved it! Ordered an entrée of roasted
chicken and some vinho tinto (I honestly did not know that glasses of wine are
not sold. So I was presented with a full bottle. No, I didn’t drink it
all! This was my fist time in Europe alone. I had at least the company of my
husband on other journeys there and sometimes in addition to one or both of our
adult children and their friends)
July 24th, my last day of hiking! Basically a bit overcast, even some
sprinkles as I approached Santiago. The books all say that you will fell some
exhilaration at the sight of the spires. Yes, I felt the classic symptoms, to my
own surprise! There were very short lines at the Office of Peregrinos. Maybe
it was because I was one of the slower hikers that day. I managed to check
out a couple of gift shops after I got my certificate and ran into Jeff and his
girlfriend, a young couple from England. God love them! I also ran into
Paula and her husband, the couple from Mallorca. Several hugs went with the
feeling of exhilaration. I think everyone was concerned for me, since I was
clearly “the old lady” on the trail, and alone at that. But I managed just fine.
I checked into my hotel, Husa Universal Compostela-- very adequate lodging
that I booked for 2 nights. I did this months in advance for the price of 68
Euros, including breakfast. With the St. James Festival, the places are quickly
filled and prices rise as the date approaches. Location was good, not great,
but at least it was only a short walk from both the train station and the bus
station. Not much problem getting in and around town from either, now that I
was free of backpack and walking stick. Fireworks and other festivities that
evening were great- began shortly before 11 p.m. and finished at around 12:30
a.m. to strains of “mas, mas, fiesta” being shouted by the crowds. I sat
near some young local women and also an older couple from Belgium. I felt like
I had become a citizen of the world! The 10:30 a.m. Mass on the 25th was a
packed standing-room-only event. I was standing close to where about 6 men were
working the ropes to swing the botafumeiro. A sight to behold! Many local
and even national dignitaries were present with seating reserved for them.
Fitting, since St. James (Santiago) has been the patron saint of Spain since
about the eighth century. I stayed for the following Mass also and took the time
afterwards to tour the cathedral and the tomb of St. James (through a stone
passageway under the cathedral). I had with me a stone (more like a river rock,
one of two that I took with me) from home wrapped with a paper listing my
intentions. I placed it inside the grid covering the resting-place for the
silver chest with the remains of St. James. I spent the rest of the day taking in
this wonderful historical city.
While having breakfast at the Husa Hotel in Santiago, I ran into four
teachers from Texas who had arrived in Santiago for the festivities. They were also
headed for Porto on July 26th and were on the same ALSA bus. I was glad that
I purchased the ticket 3 weeks earlier when I was touring in Spain with my
husband. There were crowds trying to get on and I’m sure that there were not
enough seats for everyone. I sat on the bus next to a journalist, now living in
Brazil. She had been covering the festival and was returning to Portugal to
stay with friends. The ride down to Porto was almost surreal, in that I had
walked over the same area and struggled up and down hills for several days and
here we were, traversing the same area in a few hours.
Porto is a lovely city in its own right and I am glad that I had the chance
to see some of it. I managed to do a whirlwind tour of the city on foot, now
that I was freed of my backpack. Most interesting were the Cloisters at Se and
the Igreja Sao Francisco. I met up with the teachers in a café area of the
riverfront. A simply beautiful, warm, but breezy night! On the morning of Jul
27th, I left for the Porto Airport to take the 11:05 Ryanair flight to
Paris. Transportation from mid-town Porto to the airport is so easy and inexpensive
using the new Metro system.
I had six nights booked in Paris and stayed at the tiny Hotel de la Sorbonne,
near the Pantheon. I consider my stay in Paris as a proper cooling down from
my camino experience. I have been in Paris many times before, but this is
the first time that I experienced the city alone. The park behind Notre Dame
became a favorite haunt there. I did some research at the Archives. My
great-grandparents owned a café in Paris, at a time when café culture was coming of
age. I was trying to research its location and came up with some good leads
for future research that I could do at home on the internet.
I guess I should explain why I did this hike in the first place. It was
really all about family—my own family, my extended family, my human family. I
learned about the camino from a story in a 5th grade reader (I attended a
Catholic parochial school). It was a story about two children, one destined to stay
in the then Spanish colony of St. Augustine Florida and the other to return to
Spain. “Remember St. James and Spain,” the one bid the other farewell. A
sidebar explained the story of the Santiago pilgrimage. I remember being quite
impressed with the story. On and off over the years, I came across articles
about it and thought, someday I’ll do this myself! But it wasn’t until I was
touring the Basque region in Navarra a few years ago that I actually ran into
someone who walked the camino. A young woman about 25 years old, who was a
tour-guide at the cathedral in Hondarribia, told me of her experiences doing
the camino herself. Hearing her speak of it gave me hope of accomplishing this
journey. So here I was doing it for myself.
My fears, frustrations, sweat and toil doing this were offered for a brother
who disappeared 40 years ago on one crisp October Saturday. He was an 8th
grade student who had just finished delivering papers on his newspaper route,
stopped by home briefly and then went out again on his bike a 3:30 p.m. to meet
his best friend. He never arrived. He and his belongings were never found. A
proper police investigation was not done because two days later, some
classmates told the police they saw my brother and ran after him “but couldn’t catch
him.” It was a story that would ring out a grain of truth because the whole
school knew that my brother was the fastest runner. Twenty-some years later,
one of the classmates confessed that they had made up the whole story to cover
for the fact that they were late getting back to class because they were
smoking and needed a story to account for the time. So the case was tightly shut
and he was simply listed as a runaway. This was something he would not have
done—he would not have run out on the family or his best friend. He was my
good buddy as well. I was about 5 years older than he and had a minor surgery a
few weeks before he disappeared. He would get ice packs for me, take my mail
up to me and that sort of stuff. Like I said, he would have never run out on
us like that. I knew from the start that this was foul play. The laws
regarding responsibilities of the police for a missing child were very weak at the
time, something that has since been corrected, although the handling of such
cases in the United States has yet to be standardized. Several attempts were
made to get the police to look at this case again, but the police would not
budge. So thirty some years later, I was finally able to get the police to reopen
this case and their efforts led to him to finally be listed with the National
Center for Missing and Exploited children in Alexandria, Virginia. Although
I have little hope that this case will be “solved,” at least I know that
stones are being unturned with ruling out that he survived whatever happened to
him and DNA matches on remains that crop up and that sort of thing. Good
investigators are working on this and their personal causes were added to my list of
intentions that were placed at the tomb of St. James. My list from friends,
neighbors, and co-workers was a rather long typed list. I hand wrote wishes
to extend blessings to people that I met along the way, genuine people who
cared. Service workers and locals alike.
I posted my reasons for doing this camino on the site for American Pilgrims,
GoCAMINO. Bless them and their efforts to pray for my success. So I feel a
lot more at peace, praise be to God!
Will I do another camino? In a heartbeat! In 2008, I’ll try a segment of
the French route. I want to go in 2010 also (Holy Year), God willing, and I
think I will do either the Primitive or English route. I survived this short
camino well, thanks to being fitted for good hiking boots by the staff at REI and
good socks. I used Smart Wool socks, alternated with Wright socks and used a
KEDS sock liner some days. No blisters, no foot pain!
God Bless Everyone! And buen camino to all the walkers out there and to
those who will be walking!
-Joanie
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