Galicia!

I last posted on May 1 about my journey to Cruz de Ferro.

Since that time, I’ve continued to struggle with respiratory issues, fatigue, and a heel blister. Physically, this stretch of hiking has been harder due to these factors. I’ve slowed down, needed a few taxi rides, and have been taking fewer pictures.

The past two days have been rest days in the charming Galician village of Triacastela. I have a private room and a break from hiking and the proclivities of life, smells, and snores in albergues.

The larger picture is that I am still on track to accomplish the physical goal of completing the Camino “on time,” and should easily fulfill the technical requirements necessary to receive an official “compostela” (a formal certification of completion by the SAMI Catedral de Santiago). Suitable for framing.

I have experienced and learned much on this journey. The final six days left are likely to be similarly rich. And then, I get to hug the Amazing Susan in Santiago!

Today, I took a taxi to Sarria, the famous city starting point for “mini Camino” pilgrimages (i.e., just enough to get a Compostela), to see a doctor about my cough. Thanks to Google Translate and the goodwill of Spanish medical staff, I got the care I needed and the clearance to keep walking to Santiago. Tomorrow I hike to Sarria.

The Numbers, Please

As of today, I’ve hiked 377 miles, been driven 40 miles by taxi (which is permitted if you meet other pilgramage requirements), and have just 88 miles to go. We’ve got this.

May 2-5 in Pictures

May 2: leaving Ponferrada.
Lovely chapel in Fuentes de Oñoro.
A hardy pilgrim lap dog from Korea, “Moa.” The owner said she had no choice but to bring her canine companion. The dog looked happy to be on the Mother of All Walks.
Roses in bloom!
Entering lovely Villafranca de Bierzo.
May 3: En route to Las Herrerias, goats frolic.
Roadside whimsy.
A typical Bierzo church.
May 4: leaving the lovely albergue in Los Herrerias. I took a taxi up the mountain to O Cebreiro, an ancient stone and thatch village.
On the way up, we saw a stranded pilgrim who could not walk. The steep slope was too much for his mobility cart.
A palloza. O Cebreiro is our gateway to the province of Galcia. This means more green, more rain, better food, and the last leg of the Camino.
The village church.

I then hiked almost eight miles to the small roadside hamlet of Fonfria, and took a taxi for the last miles into Triacastela. This “stage” in the Camino is long and notoriously difficult. With my breathing and foot difficulty, the decision was simple: my health is more important than racking up all the available miles.

More hills!
May 5: Church of St. James in Triacastela.
Galcian splendor.

Thanks for reading! I have nothing profound to share but simply to acknowledge my continued gratitude to be here doing this and sharing it with you.

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2 responses to “377 Miles”

  1. wildlyc85cecd4cd Avatar
    wildlyc85cecd4cd

    Hang in there Carl, you’ve got this! Seeing the amazing Susan is right around the corner! Then rest, relaxation and recovery. This has been such a fun journey for me to follow, I’ve enjoyed your insights and wisdom, and your friends along the way. I hope your respiratory infection clears up soon. : ) Cathy

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  2. pioneering8a4ec66110 Avatar
    pioneering8a4ec66110

    You’ve come so far in this great adventure. You’ve got this!!!

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