Category: Honeymoon 2015

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 →

Santiago > Madrid

Today we took a bus from Finisterre to Santiago. It made us dizzy with motion sickness. We hadn’t moved that quickly for that long (two hours) since arriving in León three weeks ago. Time travel is real. We’ve grown accustomed to moving slowly. To moving only as fast as our bodies can go, move, step by step. Although we will… 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 →

Water

We walked for ten miles (15 km) in the rain today. Not a downpour, but a constant mist (heavier in the mountains), as if the air itself were made of water. The first few miles were nifty. By the fifth, we were over it. Around the eighth, we felt like badasses. By the tenth, we were drenched and incredulous. All… Read more →

Going Beyond

 As almost all of the pilgrims we met completed their journey on El Camino (if it’s ever completed) in Santiago, Sammy and I prepared to walk on to the sea, the end of the earth, Fisterra, or Finisterre (called by both names here). As we left the comforts of city life and the familiar hustle and bustle and crowds of… 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 →

Achilles Heel

  I haven’t mentioned this, but my Achilles’ tendon has been sore and inflamed since Day Two (it’s Sofia writing now, on Day Twelve of El Camino).  At first, as I inquired with other pilgrims about aches and pains, I was assured that my body was simply adjusting to walking so much with so much weight on my back — and… Read more →

Moving Rocks

On our second day of walking, I began to move rocks. Little stones on our path would call to me like magnets wanting to be inside my pockets…to be moved down the Camino in some way. I collect stones at home and put them on my altar (so does Sammy). Sometimes I carry them with me in a pouch throughout… Read more →