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80 kilometers to Santiago

We spent a pleasant night in Vilalba and headed off to our next destination, Baamonde. We are now in Galacia and traveling inland from the coast toward Santiago. This is the 5th autonomous community in Spain that we have traveled through on this trip (similar to states in US). Each one has the right to self governance. On this trek we have traveled thru the Basque Country, Cantabria, Asturias and now Galacia. Each has their own identity and dialect and the Basque Country even uses different letters.

the walk into Baamonde was pleasant but fairly uneventful. Baaamond itself was a small town that seemed to exist for the Camino. It had a very small grocery store and farmacia, 3 cafe/bars, a municipal albergue and the Pensión 101k which was where we stayed. Iywasat the Wewere now 101k from Santiago. Apparently it had the best food in town. While there, we met up with Sylvia and Eugenio, who happened to be staying at the municipal albergue and we had dinner with them.

The next morning we resumed our trek. We headed out past the beautiful and ancient church in Baamond which started being built in the 9th century, Once again the Camino took us up and down hills but the hills were now less steep. Shortly before arriving at our destination we stopped for coffee and met Dick from the UK who was out for a walk. He and his wife were volunteer hospitaleros at the donativo hostel run by the Confraternity of Saint James, a UK organization that promotes pilgrimages to Santiago in the UK. It sounds like a really nice hostel and I wish we had been able to stay there instead of the hostel we stayed at. Next time…. I think I would enjoy a two week stent volunteering as a caretaker for an albergue. Maybe when we are unable to walk long distances any more. It seems like a great any to meet and talk with people from all over the world, similar to walking the Camino.

Our albergue for the night was in a very rural small town. It had a small room which also served as the grocery store for the town. It also was the only cafe in town and they offered a pilgrim meal at night. While we were on the Camino the pope died which often came up in conversation. The funeral and services were on TV in almost every cafe we stopped at. Of course Spain is a county with many devout Catholics. While we were eating dinner at the albergue in A Lagoa with 3 Irishmen, two Italians and a handful of locals, the conclave elected the new pope. We all sat glued to the TV to see who had been chosen. When they announced that it was an American, all eyes turned to us as if we had some explaining to do. It was a bit uncomfortable given the dislike for our current administration from everyone we met. But in the end.almost everyone agreed that maybe an American pope would somehow help with the current situation.

I woke up and took a quick walk down the street to check out the view in the morning light. It was still amazing.

Today our destination is Barcia and most of our walk is on farm roads with rolling hills. We will end up back near the coast. John left our Pensión with Hank, our new friend from Belgium, while I stopped at the store to buy bread, ham and cheese for out lunch. It didn’t look like we would pass many services today. I also bought a small bag of olives, a bag of walnuts and fruit. These have become staples of ours to snack on as we walk. It took longer than e pected at the store and I didn’t catch up with John and Hank for over an hour. I enjoyed my solitary walk but was happy to catch up with them for some conversation. . We finally reached Barcia, where we had a reservation at an agriturismo and said goodbye to Hank who was heading to the next town. We were sorry to leave him as we enjoyed talking with him. We checked in and thankfully, the owner offered to let us use her washing machine. We showered and washed most of our clothes and hung them on the line next to hers. The closeline was under a roof which was good as it started to rain soon after I hung them on the line.

The village was very small and there was only one restaurant in town that did not serve food until 8:00 so we headed out for a walk to find the beach and the train station. The FEVE train stops here once a day but does not look like it is used very much. It is located at least a kilometer from town. There was a nice coastal walk that ran along the beach.

At 7:30 we headed to the restaurant, hoping they would let us order food a little earlier than 8:00. We had walked over 20 miles and were hungry and tired. But the bartender told us the kitchen did not open till 8:00 pm. There were several tables of men playing cards in the restaurant and several women sitting outside. We were the only non local people. At 8:00, the owner’s wife came in and promptly waited on us and then cooked our meal. She was very nice and recommended the regional specialty, Cachopo. This is a dish made with two large veal fillets, breaded and fried, and stuffed with ham and cheese. Of course it is served with French fries and some pimentos. We ordered one and split it but still were unable to finish. It was very good but a lot of meat. After our late dinner we headed back to our room and tried to fall asleep. Unfortunately, the owners large extended family was staying in the horreo (house on stilts) that was converted into lodging and their kids were yelling and running up and down the stairs right outside our window well after midnight.

Despite the noise till late at night, it was a great day once again on the coast of northern Spain 😊.

261 more kilometers to Santiago

We woke up and decided to take a slight detour off the Camino to visit the fishing town of Cudillero. It was about 1 kilometer straight down hill to the sea from where we were staying. I thightbI had read we could follow a scenic coastal trail back to the Camino Norte but I must have read about a different town. The walk down to town was worth it. Cudillero is a town built right into the hillside with the ocean on the other side. Unfortunately, the only way back to the Camino without backtracking was a 2 kilometer hike up hill on a winding road. Needless to say John wasn’t happy about this – I wasn’t either. But it is was still worth visiting Cudillero.

After the long hike out of town we headed inland for a couple hours. We decided to take a bus 8 kilometers to shorten our walk. We consulted Google and found there was a bus coming in the next hour to Soto de Luina. We made it to the town in time to get a bite to eat and figure out where the bus stop was.

We found the bus stop and found it was no longer in use. Alsa is the big bus line in Spain and their busses are clean, large with Wi-Fi and usually on schedule. Since they built the highways, the Alsa buses now do not go into the smaller towns but instead stop at the rotaries at the exit. There is no actual bus stop, the bus gets off and directly gets back in the highway. In this case, the exit was 2 kilometers up a steep hill. There is no sign or shelter. We asked a woman out walking her dog and we thought she said to just stand at the rotary on the exit. We hiked up the 2 k and found the exit and just prayed the bus would show up. Luckily it did. 😊. We got off at our planned village but again the bus stopped on the highway and it was 2 k to the village and another k to our pension. We had to wonder if this time taking the bus to save some kilometers was worth it.

We got to our pension and after a quick shower I headed out to see what was around. . I had seen some people walking down the road. I looked at the map and saw the ocean was nearby. When I got to the end of the road I saw the most amazing views. I was standing on a cliff and below were beautiful beaches – one with some surfers but the others were deserted. It was quite amazing. We headed down to the bar for supper and saw Hank from Belgium. We had talked with him a few days ago. We invited him to join us and ended the day with great conversation. This is what the Camino is about – finding beautiful unexpected places and meeting friendly interesting people. I love it !

We took the train back to the coast from Oviedo and explored Aviles before heading back out on the Camino the next morning. Aviles is a port city and an industrial town with an old city center. We didn’t see too many other pilgrims there. The best thing about our time in Aviles is that I found a new pair of hiking socks. 😊. They are my new favorite socks. The guy that sold me the socks grew up near the monastery we plan to visit and told me we would would really enjoy our time there.

We decide to take a bus to the coast to shave off 5 kilometers from our 30k walk ahead of us today. We went to the bus station but no one was there. We soon found out it was a holiday today in Spain – it was Labor Day in Spain. The usual bus was not running. Our two Italian friends, Sylvia and Eugenio, who we met several nights ago walked by and we wished them Buen Camino. They were walking all the way and we decided to walk too, despite John’s hip pain. However, as we left the station, we saw 2 taxis sitting in front of us waiting for passengers so we decided we would take a taxi the 5 kilometers to the coast. It was a good decision. We had a 25k hike ahead of us – more up and down hills, but the weather was beautiful and we were looking forward to our walk. Labor Day in Spain is a day when many small towns have festivals and gatherings. We never knew what we would find as we arrived in a new town. Sometimes it was outdoor music or carnival rides. We saw pop up shops, lots of food and everywhere families were together enjoying the day. We arrived at our pension, rested a bit and headed out to dinner at the local sidereal. We got there just as the kitchen opened band soon the place was full. We wee the only non locals in the place. Everyone in town was having a great time and it was nice to see the families all together for the holiday.

Our original plan was to walk Camino Del Norte for 3 weeks and then in Oviedo switch to Camino Primitivo for the last 2 weeks. The Camino Primitivo has several long stretches with limited services. It also has a long stretch with a lot of elevation gain and no services. John has been having some issues with his hip and leg since we left Maine and it hasn’t really improved, so we made the decision to stay on the Camino Norte till Santiago as it seems to have a little more in terms of transportation if needed. We can return to do the Camino Primativo another time 😊. Also, we were enjoying our walk along the coast. There is also a cool monastery on the Norte we had heard about and wanted to check out. Since we had a nonrefundable reservation in Oviedo and we heard it was a really nice city, we decided to go for the night. We took a bus there from Villaviciosa and a train back to Avilés to resume our trek on the Norte.

Ovieda is a beautiful city – classy is how one native described it to us. It was very clean and organized with beautiful parks and tons of statues. Our pension, Pensión Oviedo, was right across from the train station on the end of the main Street heading toward the center of town and the cathedral. It was perfect for our needs. Oviedo is home to several pre Romanesque churches including the Camara Santa which is part of the Cathedral and home to many religious relics including the Holy Shroud, the cloth believed to be the one that covered the face of Jesus after his crucifixion. The Cathedral of San Salvador is also really old. It was founded in 781 AD. It is a large complex which includes a museum of religious artifacts dating back to the 8th century. Admission to the cathedral complex is 8 euros but because we were pilgrims and had our credential with all our stamps since we started in early April, we only had to pay 4 Euros. The tour thru the cathedral was really interesting and well with the admission.

Once we finished with the religious relics we decided to change things up a bit so we headed over to Calle Gascony, home to the famous cideries (sidrelia) and restaurants serving traditional Asturias foods. It is a fun place to people watch and also to watch the waiters pour cider from 4 feet above the glass without looking. The ciders are delicious and of course we stopped for a bottle and some traditional foods for dinner. We also talked with some women from Oviedo and a man and his son who were starting the Camino Primativo the next day. He heard us talking (and I’m sure recognized us as pilgrims from our hiking clothing) and asked us if they needed sleeping bags in the albergues. We talked for quite a while and I explained to them how they could get their credentials at the cathedral and to be sure they got a stamp from each place they stayed. I was happy to be able to give them information 😊. We saw them later that evening and they had picked up their credential and already had their first stamp. It is pretty easy to recognize pilgrims walking the Camino as we are always wearing hiking clothes, and at night are usually limping from blisters and sore feet and wearing sandals – usually with socks. 😀

Pouring cider to aerate it correctly

371 kilometers left to walk to Santiago de Compostela.

After a tasty breakfast of toast drizzled with olive oil and crushed tomatoes (a Spanish favorite) we headed out toward Villaviviosa, our destination, 24 kilometers away. It was a warm, sunny day, and a day of constant up and down hills as we passed through numerous small towns. We met Barb from Australia who was in her early 70s and hiking alone with a big pack. She had hiked the first part of the Camino Norte many years ago with her husband and had returned to finish it. She said her husband has hip and knee issues and a list of chores to do at home while she is away. When we caught up with her a second time, after stopping for coffee, we were walking up a steep hill and she was counting 35 steps and then taking a break. She was doing the Camino her way and thst is the beauty of the Camino de Santiago spirit. We all walk for our own reasons and in our own style. There is no judgement or correct way or speed to walk. She had o time constraints and was doing what worked for her.

While walking; we crossed paths with a young couple from Seattle and walked with them for a while. We had the usual conversation about politics but this time we were both coming to the conversation with an American perspective It was a day without a lot of services or shops. At one point an hour or two before our destination there was a sign for a vending machine ahead. We were quite excited for a cold ice tea to help us go snort 5 kilometers. We had the correct change but the machine wasn’t working. We tried numerous times as it looked like it had been recently stocked. We also checked and it was plugged in but no luck. We trudged on and, as we walked into the small city of Villaviciosa with another pilgrim from London, we noticed that none of the stores were open and they should have been as it was past siesta time. We found our hotel and the woman at reception told us we could just go to our rooms without checking in because there was no power anywhere in Spain and they were unsure of when it would be restored. We dropped our stuff off in the room and I went out to see what I could learn about the situation. I was told all kinds of things like it was a terrorist attack and the power could be out for days but no one really had any credible information. There was no Wi-Fi and for most people no cellular service. Of course no one had access to the radio. It made us realize how dependent much of the world is on the internet. I ran into Paul from the Netherlands who didn’t know what was going on and Gretchen from Germany who we met a few days earlier. She was talking with another pilgrim about a supermarket on the outskirts of town that had a generator and was open. I got directions and headed there to pick up something for supper and lunch for the next day just in case power wasn’t restored. I returned with 2 premade salads,Brad, cheese and ham for the next day and several iced teas in case we couldn’t get coffee in the morning. We had been walking past apple trees all day and I had read ciders were a big industry here. Gretchen encouraged

We had been walking past apple trees all day and I had read ciders were a big industry here. Gretchen encouraged me to be bottle of cider at the store as well. Under the direction of the woman working at reception at the hotel, we learned that the cider had to be pored from at least 4 feet above the glass so it gets oxygen and that it is only poured an ounce at a time and you have to drink it all down quickly. She of coyotes wouldn’t let us pour it in the hotel cafe as half of it gets soiled on floor. We went out side to park bench and even though you were not supposed to pour it or drink it on the street, no one cared as they were all dealing with the power outage. Luckily at around 8:30, power was restored and crisis averted. I am still unsure of the cause. Portugal was blaming Spain and Spain was blaming France. Others blamed it on extreme temp fluctuations in Spain. I’m sure some even blamed it on the Trump Administration. I wouldnt be surprised As we headed off to sleep it dawned on us that the power outage was reason for the vending machine not working and somehow that made us feel better. 😊