Author: Sammy

Lisbon

We made it to Portugal! It’s so weird to be in a country neither of us has ever been to where we can get by but definitely don’t speak the language. It’s very different from the way we are able to communicate in Spain and Italy. Our flight from Madrid was delayed and in that process Sofia connected with Daniel… Read more →

Day Twenty-One: 0.00 km + Ritual

Sunset rituals at the lighthouse, the end of Cape Fisterra.             Finisterre today      Our certificate of making it to Fisterra–the Fisterrana.  Sofia’s muscles Married life…hanging clothes.   Lunch at Don Percebe–grilled peppers, shrimp w spicy garlic sauce, San Martiño (translation?) Gallego style with potatoes, flan with coffee and walnuts, espresso & herb digestif liqueur.        Read more →

Yellow Arrows

  The yellow arrows have been a constant presence on the Camino.  In a random ghost town at 6am, the arrow pointing to the left may be the only indication that you are still walking on the road to Santiago.  Sometimes the arrows are faint, blending into the yellow moss on the trees. Sometimes (lately, since Sarria), they are officially… Read more →

Day Thirteen: 17.6 miles + Birthing Cows

  Today we saw two calves, born just minutes before we walked up, with their umbilical cords attached and the placenta fresh and steaming, in the drizzling rain. We walked through quiet mossy fairy forests. We found new friends, Martha from Atlanta, Marga from Barcelona, Sergio from Lecce. We are staying in the cutest country albergue off the beaten path–no more… Read more →

Washing By Hand

  One of the cool things about Camino has been washing our clothes by hand…every single day.  A lot of places now have washing machines and dryers, but spending €4.50 per day to wash our clothes when we can do it for free seems silly! After a long day of walking, arriving to an albergue means a lot of chores. First,… Read more →

L’Orto di Firenze

In Florence we stayed at our friend Vanina’s friend Salvo’s house outside the centro. As we stood on the balcony hanging our clothes to dry, we admired the garden on the terrace below. The neighbor below us was watering his garden and after conversing, invited us down to take some of his tomatoes. He insisted. Downstairs we entered his small apartment… Read more →

Big Sur, Limekiln State Park

On our way up to Sofia’s uncle’s retirement party in San Jose, we stopped in Big Sur and camped at Limekiln State Park for a night. We had a lovely campsite (#23) near the river and the redwoods trail to the old kilns used to extract limestone in the 1800’s. A lovely night under the stars! At the lime kilns… Read more →