A Mulligan in Burgos We came to Burgos by bus. Mom’s right pinky toe looks like a particularly lurid crime scene, so she’s not able to walk without pain and discomfort. One of the hospitaleros at the albergue, a kindly
Burgos and the Museum of Evolution The cathedral in Burgos is just one of the architectural displays on hand. A local bank, the city hall, and many less famous buildings are done in beautiful style. If I had had the
Logroño Checking into the municipal albergue is now old hat. The one in Logroño was staffed with more unfriendly, unsmiling volunteers who speak a rapid Spanish that none of us can follow. What it boils down to is, we need
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León to Astorga To give Mom’s toe more time to heal, and because walking from León to Santiago would have required an aggressive 18 kilometers a day, every day, for 12 days, we took a short bus ride from Burgos
Astorga to Rabanal del Camino, 22km. Friday, October 7, 2011. I thought I’d have a solid night’s sleep, but I didn’t get to sleep until nearly 11, and between Mom’s snoring, Barbara’s (according to Mom), and apparently my own (per
The Energy Meridians of Mother Earth I had heard people say that the Camino runs along on one of earth’s energy meridians, also called ley lines. I’d heard that in pre-Roman times, people of the Pagan religions, and, later, Christian
Catching up on entries . . . Navarette to Azrofa It was a 21km hike to Azofra. It was miserable for me, between this constant runny nose and the blisters on my toes. (This rhymes). I tried to ignore it,
Rabanal to El Acebo: Little Switzerland I love the smell of cowshit, at altitude, in the morning. I’m not being glib here. It’s earthy and real, but most of all it reminds me of many of the happiest times in
