Montreal

Montreal ..la grand voyage est fini! The big adventure has finally come to a close with a final flight from Montreal to Edmonton on Dec. 19th. I travelled with my daughter Genevieve and her two cats as carry ons. All went smoothly, thankfully. The cars were absolute angels! I arrived at Genevieve's close to midnight on Dec. 2nd. I decided to continue my frugal ways and took the shuttle bus from the airport with two metro lines to her apartment. Think of me pulling a suitcase, back pack and large hand bag all alone with several homeless people sleeping in the subway. Lori and I would often say after walking the Camino that we could manage anything. I guess I had better tweak that sentiment a little. I might be capable of doing something; but maybe I really shouldn't just the same. My visit with Genevieve was a little lazy but enjoyable. I was reluctant to go out in the cold at first and limited myself to short walks to her local stores. I caught up on some of my favourite missed Canadian television shows and enjoyed going to Genevieve's Christmas sales events. I also had the pleasure of diner out with my two nieces and their children, who live in Montreal. Since I was visiting for 16 days, I decided to do a mini train trip to Deseronto, ( east of Toronto) to visit my sister Joanne and her husband Lloyd.  That was great fun as well. They are very artistic people and I always feel mentally rejuvenated after a visit.  My last outing with Genevieve in Montreal was to see "The Hobbit" at the IMAX theatre. Fantastic. Oh, why can't we all live in peace in beautiful little houses in the Shire?! So now I return home with four days to prepare for Christmas. Wish me luck!  It will be wonderful to be with my Alberta family and friends again.  Next Posting.. More pictures and thank you to all the good folks who helped make this trip the great success that it was.  Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all! Sincerely  Arlene

Visiting the Snowbirds in Florida

Visiting the Snowbirds in Florida Lori and I arrived in Florida on Nov. 21 st. It was wonderful after our three months of travel to have someone waiting to greet us and whisk us away.  We enjoyed a relaxing dinner and evening with my sister Maggie and her husband Brian.  Nov. 22 was American Thanksgiving and we were happy to have a home cooked turkey dinner since we missed our Canadian one in October.  We had a double treat as we all went to the beach while the turkey roasted; sweet!  On Black Friday we did a little shopping, rode bikes, swam in their club house pool and for a finale went to see the birds landing at sunset at an Audubon built rookery. Lovely! On Saturday we drove Lori to the airport so she could return to her BC home. It was strange saying good bye to my co pilgrim and adventure bud of 3 months.  What a trip we had!!! My next week in Florida was a joy.  I bought a three day visitors fishing license so we packed that in between beach combing, dinning out, and shopping. On my last night we saw a Christmas boat parade on the Intercoastal Waterway. Time to get into the Christmas spirit. Thank you Maggie and Brian for your great hospitality and for collecting two traveling gypsies off our ship in Miami. It was great fun, as my visits always are with you. You have made terrific retirement choices. Florida is wonderful! Now up to the Great White North. As I write this I am sitting in an Italian restaurant in the Chicago Airport awaiting my connecting flight to Montreal.  I will visit with my daughter Genevieve for two weeks. I know that I will enjoy this very much as well. Yes, it will be difficult to finally face the winter season but Christmas festivities are here and that will help me adjust. Genevieve is coming home for Christmas and we are traveling together on the same flight with her two cats on Dec 19th. This should be an interesting adventure onto itself. Next chapter will be all about Montreal with Genevieve.  Happy Holidays!

Crossing the Pond on Carnival, Breeze

Crossing the  pond on Carnival, Breeze. Lori and I have been traveling with a guardian angel for 3 months. We have had such incredibly good fortune with the weather.  We crossed the Atlantic with mostly sunny skies , little wind and shallow waves.  Our first port of call was Palma de Majorca in Spain. Lori went on a ship's excursion to see the Caves of Drach. This is very beautiful and since I had already visited it in 2010, spent the day walking the port area myself and visiting the cathedral, which had some interesting relics. The second port was Malaga, Spain. It was raining hard when we arrived  and I decided to go on the cave tour as an option to get off the ship and still be out of the rain. Lori did a walk, shop, and a  Picasso museum. In the evening we passed through the Straight of Gibralter. It was dark so we did not see much; just lights and the black silhouette of the rocks. Our third port was Las Palmas, Canary Islands. This port had a very nice tourist area and easy access to the shore so we toured on our own and went beach walking and swimming.  Our five days straight of cruising across the Atlantic was relaxing and   I would definetely do this again. We attended line dance  classes, swam, watched afternoon movies by the pool, did craft sessions, soaked in hot tubs  and I even played bingo a few times.  Oh yes, we also ate  in abundance and drank a little wine. Actually, that seemed to be the main pass time.( eating that is) Our first port on the Caribbean side was Antigua. We again had a beautiful sunny day and I did a catamaran trip with snorkel and beach stops; great fun. Lori did an  island land tour with a visit to a beach. We also had time to walk around the port and do a little shopping. Our fifth and last port was St. Maarten, the Dutch side of the Island. We had a very nice day of relaxing on the beach with rented chairs,  umbrella and a bucket of cold drinks. One of the main things to do there is shop and there seemed to be a hundred jewelry stores.  ( of no interest to us after such a long shoe string trip) Our last two days of cruising to Florida were pretty relaxed; just enjoying the last opportunity to do nothing. My sister Maggie and her husband, Brian were waiting for us at the Miami  cruise terminal which was wonderful.  They had the previous day to visit Miami and Lori and I were happy to go straight to their house in Venice to relax in a family home after three months on the road. Next post will be about Florida. I promise to get some pictures added to these last few posts once I am in Montreal at my daughter Genevieve's.  By the way; life is sure wonderful for these retired snowbirds in Florida!

Italia Part 2 and Back to Spain

"Italia Part 2 and  back to Spain" We arrived back to the port of Civitavecchia on Oct 31st in the pouring rain. Two hump backs in rain ponchos trying to book our next movement north in Italy so we could hike Cinque Terra. ( five villages). All advice to us pointed to a train to Genoa to start. This turned out to be a mistake because we over shot the villages by 1/2,hour on the fast train and ended up having to go back the next day with the many stops, metro train for two hours! We did get a room for two nights in Genoa and enjoyed sightseeing there so it was not all bad.  Our full day trip to  Cinque Terra was not what we planned but enjoyed it just the same.There is a lot of trail damage due to a huge mud slide last year so we could not walk from village to village. We hopped on the metro train to get to each village but still had lots of  exercise just climbing through these towns. The day was cool and windy while we were there (Nov. 1 ), but it is easy to see what a charming place this would be to visit and hike in the summer. Our pictures show crashing waves with all boats up in the streets.  We had an evening train from Genoa to Milan on Nov. 2nd and another overnight train from Genoa to Barcelona.  On this last half day in Genoa  we saw more beautiful churches and the childhood home of Christopher Columbus. This time on our red eye train trip we had comfortable reclining seats on our overnight train ride but our sleep was interrupted with a police bust on two stow-aways plus interrogation of a few others. When they collect your tickets they take your passports too; so have time to have a good look.   Never a dull moment for the traveling Capers; good thing we had nothing to hide. :-) We arrived in Barcelona in the morning and walked the streets with our now very heavy packs ( remember the extra clothes for cruising) searching for beds . It was Saturday and many hotels were full. We ended up taking a hostel for three nights. This was a cheap option again and served to sharpen our anticipation of returning to the comfort of a cruise ship. We had a very nice 3 days in Barcelona. You could easily spend a full week there.  On our first full day Lori did the Gaudi sites that I had done in 2010 and I went to Montserrat. On the second day we did more Gaudi sites and a lot of city walking. On our last half day Lori did the Picasso Museum and I went to ParJuiic; collected our bags back at the hostel and treated ourselves to a rare taxi ride to the ship.  Well worth it now that we are lugging heavy packs plus hand bags. We are off to our transatlantic crossing now with 5 ports of call on Carnival, Breeze. This is the ship's inaugural crossing. We are hoping for calm weather. As I post this on Nov. 11th we are in  Las Palmas, Canary Islands. So far so good with the cruise. We are adjusting better to the cruise lifestyle. This ship is loaded with options for entertainment, exercise and relaxation so we will have a very nice grand finale to the big adventure.  Next post will be about the cruise and it's 5 ports of call.

Cruise to Africa

"Cruise to Africa" The 11 day cruise to Africa on the NCL Jade went by in a flash for me. Lori found the two sea days to get there and come back a little boring. I might have to sedate her on the 15 day Atlantic crossing.  We decided together to only do two ship excursions for the big events like Jerusalem in Israel and the Pyramids in Egypt and explore on our own on the other 4 ports of call. This was a wise balance of our time, shekels,Egyptian pounds, Euros, and the good old American greenback. (always carry the Euro and USA $ for back up) Our first port of call was Alanya, Turkey. We hiked to the Alanya Castle on the hilltop over looking the city and Harbour in the morning.  We had rain in the afternoon which hampered our walk about but Lori scored a haircut. Our second port was Limassol, Cyprus. I had an anxiety attack about missing out on something and jumped on an excursion at the last minute to see a castle, monastery and wine museum with tasting. Lori walked on her own and we both had a good day. I brought some bottled treats back for sharing the better tastes of the day. Our third port was Haifa, Israel and we made an excellent full  day of self tour together. We jumped on a local bus to Nazareth. We were planning on jumping onto a second bus so we could make it to the Sea of Galilee for a swim but decided we would not have enough time. We saw the church of Enunciation and a historic old  village of Nazareth that was very interesting. Once back in Haifa we walked to the Bahai Gardens and then to the Church built on top of Elijah's Cave. It was a long hike back to our ship and we sprinted the whole way so we could make happy hour.  Our fourth port was Ashdod, Israel. On this day we took a ship's excursion to Jerusalem which included a look out stop from  the Mount of Olives, Gethsemane and a walking tour inside the original walled city of Jerusalem and the Wailing Wall.  Our tour guide was a young Jewish woman who did a remarkable job of Israeli  and biblical  history. The tour took a lot of patience as everywhere we went there were traffic jams and the sites were very crowded with tourists. We both were happy that at least the weather was comfortable; to be in such crowded conditions on a hot summer day would be unbearable. Our fifth port was Port Said, in Egypt. We again did a ship's excursion  to see the Pyramids and Sphinx  at Giza. This was a long day as we needed to travel 2 1/2 hours by bus each way to get there. We also went to the oldest pyramid at Saqqara  and saw the tomb. We had an opportunity to go down inside a pyramid to the tomb. Lori and I gave it a go but I came running back after three paces into the dark , low tunnel. Lori made it all the way with a handful of other brave souls. She has guts for garters. We  also visited the buried city of Memphis with some remarkable statues of Ramses 11. On the trip to and from Giza our buses went in a convoy with military escort front and back. We again had a very nice and knowledgable Muslim lady as our guide.  On our sixth and last port of Alexandria we walked on our own again. We reluctantly accepted an offer of horse and buggy ride which did not turn out well at all. Lesson learned. We did have a nice walk along the East Harbor and a visit to their magnificent library/ museum. The walk back to the ship was done with some nervousness at a fast pace. The people were polite to us but we caused a bit of a scene which made you feel a little vulnerable. There are not many tourists in the streets yet and because the Muslims were enjoying a major religious holiday the streets were very busy with people. There was a feeling of wild west lawless at times with cars and people going in all directions in the streets and horses pulling carts and buggies, sometimes with kids driving them, neck and neck with taxi cabs. We were happy to make it back to the ship before dark.  Our two days of sailing back to Civitevecia, was more of the usual, lots of exercise activities to off set the over eating. We figure by the time we make it across the Atlantic we will be line dancing pros. We arrived back to the port of Civitavecchia in the rain and as I write this we are on the train heading to Genoa. It looks like we might get a few sunny days to walk Cinque Terra. Next chapter to come; "Italia Part 2".

Cruising to Africa

Italia, Part 1

"Italia Part 1"

We started our Italian adventure with a two night and one day ferry ride to Venice from Patras, Greece. The ship was a strange cross between a freight ferry and cruise ship.  As usual we chose the most economical yet comfortable travel option which this time was a shared 4 bed cabin; thinking it was similar to staying in a hostel. As we were waiting to board the ship we watched in disbelief as perhaps 40 giant shipping semi trailers disembarked. It was like a magicians hat with rabbits coming out. The ship had two levels for these mammoths. It suddenly occurred to us that this ship would be primarily sleeping truckers and that we might be sharing our tiny cabin with two burly snore masters. As it turned out we had the cabin to ourselves the first night and the next day a lady from Belguim joined us. This turned out to be a bit of a pain since she had just driven from Istanbul and was so tired she slept all day. This meant that we were tip toeing into the room when we needed something and could not relax in there for reading and manicures as planned. The ship had all the usual amenities but on a smaller scale than a cruise ship. The food was very good and we both enjoyed their Moussaka . 

When we arrived in Venice at 11:00

am it was overcast and cool. Our photos are not the best. It was nice arriving by boat down the Grand Canal and they make it very easy for tourists to transfer to the city centre.  As soon as we arrived we walked to the train station to book an overnight train to Rome for the following night. That complete we enjoyed our first Italian cappuccino; yeah, prices are back down to Spain level. Food and liquor prices were about double in Greece.

We then walked the streets till we found a reasonably priced hotel, still a short walk to the train station.The rest of the day was spent walking...like memories of Camino walking.  ( two round trips to San Marco square and back). We tried to see a musical show but could not find the venue . While back in the square at evening, instead  we watched a film crew shooting a scene for a movie. ( me hoping it would be George Clooney since he lives in Italy). We have no idea what the name of the movie is but a chubby comedian man seemed to be getting the dear John boot from his very beautiful girlfriend. She then struts off across the square past a gaggle of touristy looking extras strolling through.  It was not raining today but they kept hosing down the square so I guess in the movie it will be. I hope we will be able to track this film down on it's release. 

Our second day in Venice was again much walking about and shopping. I finally found a new pair of my favourite Mephisto sandals so I can " jettez " the very worn out old ones. That is a favourite new French word that I learned while on Camino. It means to throw away. Say it fast, don't think twice; just get rid of what you do not need. I left my front pack behind in Venice in exchange for a new tote bag with two matching purses; good bye Camino; hello cruising. 

We managed to have a gondola ride on our second day which was a treat.

Our red eye train trip from Venice to Rome was an unhappy situation of six travelers squashed into one cabin with no reclining seats. Oh well, can't win every time.

   On arriving early  in Rome we decided to take a real hotel room within walking distance of the train station with the assistance of a booking agent in the train station. We dropped off our bags and headed out to see Rome on the hop on bus.  Once we were able to get into our room and shower, we then split up for the day. Lori had not been inside the Coliseum on her previous trip to Rome and I wanted to do the Art Museum and Castle D'Angelo. My day did not work so well as most of the art was Religious in subject which I have already been saturated in and I ran out of time to see the castle. Lori thoroughly enjoyed her afternoon and  we actually bumped into each other in a restaurant near our hotel in the evening.

On the morning of Oct. 20th we left our packs at the hotel and did some last minute desperate shopping for a few extra cruise wear items. We then  caught our train for the one hour ride to our ship in the port of Civitavecchia. 

Next chapter to come; cruising to Turkey, Cyprus, Israel, and Egypt  ( 11 days)

Italia Part 2 will cover another five days after the cruise as we head up the west coast of Italy and finally to Barcelona.

Laughing all the Way

I mentioned earlier that there was a good chance of crying on el Camino. The chances for laughter are much higher and lucky for us, that is how we reacted when faced with adversity. We also met so many wonderful people to laugh with each evening as we shared our Pilgrim's table. Laughter comes in varying degrees, from a slight chuckle to a full bodied belly laugh. Sometimes you get into a laughing fit where you can't stop and you are crying at the same time. This happened to me more times on this adventure than previously in my lifetime. Like a scenic picture on a grey day, it is hard to recapture the moments in words but I will try with one story.

When Lori and I realized our packs were way too heavy and we had expensive gear we could not throw away we went to the post office in Pamplona  to ship parcels to Santiago. Imagine two women with very little Spanish trying to buy two pack boxes, build them, sort our gear on the floor, pack the boxes as tight as we could, tape them with duct tape, figure out how to fill out the shipping documents and extra arrival time instructions with the help of an iPhone Spanish app., some kind locals and some very inpatient postal workers. We are also trying to beat the clock because the office was closing in one hour and every time you approached the counter you needed to pull a queue ticket.  Think Lucy and Ethel  but me cracking up in laughing fits on top of it all.  Happily the parcels were in Santiago on our arrival and were easy to retrieve, even though I managed to lose my receipt which meant iPhone translation work at that end.

It sounds like we are having a fantastic adventure and we really are but there is a lot of hard work and minimalism going on to swing this kind of a mega trip and it really helps when we can laugh our butts off when things don't work out as well as hoped.

Pilgrim A

Greece

It seems like el Camino was a dream. Did we really walk across Spain? Do you remember that I found my life calling while on el Camino, to keep free range hens on an acreage and feed the hikers on the Canadian trail? That would be good for the summer; but for the winter I would like to live in Greece, ride a moped, and eat eggplant every day.

Our trip to Greece started with a red eye flight to Athens on Oct 8th. ;  cheapest flight and saves the cost of a nights accommodation. Lori googled for a good hostel during our early morning coffee in the Athens airport and found a very nice one. Happily this one does your laundry; always a treat.
We had two enjoyable days in Athens. We walked a lot as usual, including the Acropolis and surrounding area plus a hike to the top of a look out hill on the north side of Athens. We see a challenging hike and are drawn to it like a magnet. 
Our hostels on the Camino were pretty basic which was fine as they were so cheap and it was only a bed and a place to wash your few clothes each night.  We are amazed at how nice our hostels were in Lisbon and Athens. The only down side is that on the Camino, everyone went to bed at 9:30 and were up at about 7:00 to start walking; now the younger people are coming into the shared rooms at all hours. We got them back when we were exiting at 6:00 am to catch our ferry to Santorini.  :-)
The ferry ride was long, ( 7 hours); stopping at several picturesque islands. We were surprised to find that having a comfortable seat to nap in was 5E extra, luckily the ferry was half empty so we could pay this upgrade on board.
As I sit writing this on our hotel balcony ( on first morning in Santorini) I can see the strings of donkeys heading up for their days work. Our ferry arrived at the new port so we did not walk up the hill and hire one donkey to carry our packs as planned. 
We have a very economical hotel room just 3 minutes walk from the tourist core of  Fira  facing the backside of the island.  We were planning on looking for a hostel but a man on a moped enticed us to his Villa for the same price. A lovely little complex of the typical Santorini style with multiple steps up and down and a tiny pool. 
During our first night of roaming around and shopping we happened upon a Fish Spa, where the tiny fish suck the dead skin flakes off your feet. This was something we had on our list to do so were thrilled. It was delightful; we giggled like kids. My recovering feet were way too much of a challenge for the little guys but they tried their hardest. 
On our second day we went to Perissa beach by bus. We got very lucky while walking to the bus stop and finally found new bathing suits. We are still in Camino mindset of only packing what you can comfortably carry and don't buy anything until it becomes essential.  Bathing suits now fall into that category and we did not want to scare people on the nudist beach here.
Our little room has a small fridge so we are doing a little picnic eating again. 
On our third day we decided to walk down to the old port on the zig zag trail and perhaps ride the donkeys up. The Greek men are very persuasive here when it comes to releasing you from your Euros and one insisted that we ride down with his string. We thought that was the kinder alternative for the donkey as we now know the difference between lugging a heavy pack up hill or down. The donkeys we rode did not win however as they just got a double dose, as they normally go down hill empty. Sigh
We then walked up the hill for the exercise. Very interesting, dogging donkey dung, tourists riding up on donkeys, and returning donkeys heading back down in groups. Donkeys own the path, walkers take care!  I  ever tired of watching them going to work each morning and heading home every night with their bells tinkling. ( over 100 of them) past our Villa.
It is a key component of this Island's attraction. The donkeys trail through the town and all the shop keepers step out to sweep the dung ASAP. A community effort.
On our third night we decided we should dine on the caldera side and enjoy the Fira city lights. Lovely but expensive. 
On our last day we packed our bags and stored them at our Villa while we headed out to another beach. We went by bus, then took a small boat ride which we enjoyed and swam at a small beach. 
As I write this we are waiting for our midnight ferry to Venice, from
The port city of Patras on the west coast of Greece. We had a red eye ferry from Santorini to Athens last night and a 4 hour bus ride from Athens to Patras this morning. We have had a long day of walking around with our packs and killing time. The ferry to Venice will take two sleeps and one day. 
Stay tuned for the next chapter ; Capers in Italy!



Sincerely 
Arlene 

Obrigada Portugal

View from our hostel.

We have had a wonderful three days in Porto ( where Port wine is produced) and three days in Lisbon. These are both beautiful cities with grand historic buildings and monuments and picturesque rivers. We were happily surprised to find that most people in the service industries spoke very fluent English. All we needed was Obrigado for thank you and did not realize till today that we did not have that right. Apparently you say Obrigada to a woman and Obrigado to a man.  In any case people seemed genuinely helpful towards us throughout our visit.

We continue to travel lean with our packs; staying in hostels ( extremely nice hostel in Lisbon) and pensions and riding the metro.  It is nice to unpack for three days after 38 days of constant walking on the Camino but we just start to feel at home and we leave again.

As I write this we have happily landed in another very nice  new hostel in Athens. We are staying here two nights and have our ferry tickets purchased for Santorini Island on Oct 11th.  It is very easy here as well for us , as many people speak English.

You may have seen the news that Merkel was in Athens, Greece. We were amazed  when walking around today to see so many policemen in flack outfits on every corner . During our very late lunch we could see the news of the protesters on tv while hearing the shouts and gas canisters going off a few blocks away. Later when we were walking around we could taste the gas fumes of pepper in the air.

Tonight we had a bit of the old Camino experience sitting on the roof terrace talking to visitors from Switzerland and Holland with the fully lite Acropolis on the hill.

Here are some pics of Portugal.

Sincerely

Arlene

Wine cellar at Porto

Murals at the train station

Lori climbing the walls of a Moorish castle in Sintra, near Lisbon.

Thanksgiving treat in historic Belem, outside Lisbon. Famous pastry with secret recipe. 

Wrapping up the Camino

One more Pilgrim statue!

 

The Camino is now completed for us. We arrived in Santiago on Tuesday - Sept 25th. This is well ahead of our original expectation. Our last three days were in drizzle or pouring rain. We ended up taking a hotel with a bathtub! Fantastic! Our first order of business was eating, as we only had hot drinks all day to get in out of the rain. We then collected our big boxes that we had mailed from Pamplona and went to collect our Compostella and had a quick walk through the Cathedral.  In the evening we celebrated joyfully with about 40  pilgrim friends in a seafood restaurant.  
The next day we attended Mass in the Cathedral which was wonderful. I was so happy at the end I wanted to clap but thought it not appropriate. When the entire congregation started clapping I was happy to join in and clapped like seal. ( this is me very happy) . Before the mass began a singing Nun came to the dias and did a short singing lesson to prepare the congregation to sing the chorus of an anthem.  ( which was then very beautiful during the service with her singing and a choir and full congregation joining in) At the beginning of the mass, the priest did a Pilgrim's blessing which listed the Nationalities and number of Pilgrims from each country. This tally is from the previous 24 hours of  Pilgrims registering to receive their Compostellas. (certificate)
The swinging of the giant silver incense fumar over the congregation was very special.
We could not understand much of the service as it was in Spanish, but it was still a  beautiful experience.
On this second day we also moved to the Monastery for a room there. Wonderful beds with great linens, big treat. We will stay there for our last few days as well.
Many pilgrims go on to Finesterre  ( end of the earth), just like in the movie; and so must we.
I went by bus to a little town called Cee, 12km before Finesterre with a new friend Magdalen from Slovenia. We had the evening and our alburgue there and walked to Finisterre the next day. Beautiful coastal walk with a long stretch of beach in bare feet of course.
Lori  decided to walk the 120 km with the Australian family from Santiago. She was up for the extra walk but my feet were not, so we each went our separate chosen paths.  Funny enough we both thought we would be going to Moxia ( pronounced moo-she-yah) and we both did not make it. They finally decided it was too many long walks and for me the bus was not running to there on the week end.
We did however get to connect all together again for another slap up seafood feast in Finisterre. A surprise and happy reunion. Having iPhones and many WiFi spots has been a huge support for us. I would never travel without one. 
I did the walk to Faro for the sunset and ritual clothing burning with Magdalen and closed the local bar drinking hot milk and brandy. I am so happy I met her, and just in the bus station as I was leaving Santiago. This is the magic of " The Way". You make new friends every day. I would have otherwise found the Faro celebration lonely.
Lori did her Faro celebration with the Australians the next day while I was busing back to Santiago.

As I write this ( Oct 2nd) Lori and I are on a five hour bus ride to Porto, Portugal. It is raining, so a good day to spend traveling. Everyone gushes about how wonderful this city is, so I think we will stay at least two days.
Stay tuned for the next chapter of our European Adventure.
We had a late night out again with our  Pilgrim friends, including our dear Australians ( Julie, Collin, and their daughter Kelly). It is hard to say good bye. El Camino is bitter sweet for this reason only. Many email
addresses have been exchanged however, so hopefully we can stay in
touch.

Here are a few pics from both of our Finisterre  experiences .




Sincerely 
Arlene 

On the way to Finasterra


Walking the beach to Finisterre with Magdalen.

I waved to all my friends and relatives in North America while sitting on the edge of Europe.

We made it to Santiago!

This is on the steps of the Cathedral.

inside

Mass Today in Santiago

"W,W, W"...WiFi, Water and Wine

In that order. Keeping in touch with you dear readers is very important. We check for WiFi  everywhere we stop..town squares, cafes and hostels. In town squares it is easy enough with no password.  The alburgues usually have short easy passwords. The bars and cafes can be down right annoying with 20 character passwords and you are guessing between Os and zeros, and Is and ones and you want to scream.
Water is important of course but there are many water taps for us pilgrim's and cafes for the various other  libations. 
Do you have any idea how magical it is to come in off a hot trail and find a cafe in a tiny town which keeps big mugs in the freezer? The beer is so cold there are ice crystals floating in the froth. Excellant!!!! 
It becomes a bit of a game to only carry as much water as you think you need for each leg of the walk. See a town on the horizon; take a good drink from your jug and dump the rest. Water is weight. Sometimes you plan a bit short and you start counting what fruit you may have in your bag. We are not going to expire out here in a matter of 10 km but we think we might. :-)
Then there is the wine. Wine here is cheaper than almost any other drink you can name and it is everywhere. It has become the standard drink of the evening. It is served with every Pilgrim meal; 4E to take a bottle from a barman to your patio table and 2E from the supermarcado. ( 1.5E for a can of pop) . It is easy to see why wine is the first choice for discerning  pilgrims.


Sincerely 
Arlene 

"Friends Reunited Again"

Lori and I were finally reunited on a mountain top in Galicia; a little town called O Cebreiro. We were happy to be together again and pleased to find that this last major climb from Vega de Valcarce was so much easier for us. We have really improved our fitness level in the last 4 1/2 weeks.
The scenery climbing this mountain was beautiful; crossing into the region of Galicia. The following day down and today walking through a rich valley was gorgeous. 
We are not the only pilgrims reuniting on this trip. Every day we have the pleasure of meeting pilgrim friends from earlier days. We are very happy  to meet again and as we get closer to Santiago we anticipate who will be there with us on the big day. Here are a few pics of Galicia .


Sincerely 
Arlene 

special legs

Crying on el Camino de Santiago

Here on el Camino the pilgrims say that everyone will cry at least once. There is a lot to cry about. Painful injuries, broken hearts, soul searching revelations, and even religious reflections. My voice has cracked in exhaustion as I lay by the trail. My voice has cracked with fear as I looked at my horrible feet inching their way towards septic shock. My voice has cracked in frustration, suspecting that my co pilgrim might be tricking me into doing longer walks than I had bargained for.( I know that is not true... I was cranky with sleep deprivation) Tears did not actually drip on these occasions; but here is the truth. It is very nice to listen to music or books on your iPhone while walking long stretches through the countryside. I have been enjoying some old classics. Now tell me please ; who can stay dry eyed when a little red headed orphan girl is brought to a beautiful country home in Prince Edward Island only to discover that the kindly , elderly brother and sister who are willing to adopt, actually want a boy and will probably send her back to the orphanage?! I am crying, just writing this sentence. So that is twice now, once on the trail and once in this lonely bar sipping my vodka and orange juice. I wonder if this counts? I have had the pleasure of seeing the Anne of Green Gables musical three times in PEI.; each time I had a big wad of Kleenex and used them all. I'd better pull myself together here before some pilgrims arrive and start trying to console me. I could never explain this in broken English. 


-Pilgrim A Sincerely Arlene

Finding your way on The Way

It is remarkable that so much effort has been made to keep the Pilgrims on track. Lori has taken many photos of the various signs.
The larger towns and cities have imbedded signs in their sidewalks and  while walking through the country there are signs on concrete markers.
In addition there are yellow painted arrows everywhere.  It is nice to have a guide book to plan your day but you could walk without one and never get lost. This is good for us and the locals of course, as they would be helping lost souls in multiple languages all day long.
One day Lori and I became distracted due to a parked bike we saw with a very large GPS on the handlebars.  We only walked 10 paces in the wrong direction and a car honked at us with the driver pointing for us. We were impressed.
While Lori has been snapping pictures of signs; I like to quietly sneak up on a great pair of legs. Don't Judge!

Sincerely
Arlene 

Melding of the mind on el Camino

Remember when I first broke the news that I was doing an 800 km walk across Spain with the incredible walking woman from BC? Everyone was aghast but I assured them that it was really a string of villages and cities and if there was any problem you could catch a bus or taxi to get to the next town.
Hahahahahahaha!
If life was so simple!
In the real world of el Camino you can travel long stretches of pure nowhere. To take a taxi through a difficult stretch is very expensive. The alburges are very cheap but only for pilgrims for one night only. In special cases where your feet have gone bad they let you stay while the mid day cleaners work around you. Happy for me when I was in Leon soaking my feet. To load my pack and find a hotel would have been painful. The cleaners and volunteers slid me in my chair with soak pan along the hallway  so they could then mop that space of floor. They brought me coffee and toast on a plate. Very sweet!
Anyway enough of the WaWaWa! My feet are good again and I am like a spring lamb jumping through the hills.
In the beginning it was very hard slogging with our way too heavy packs. I was really questioning my sanity . Once we lightened our load and started hitting our stride the minds started to meld to el Camino.
It actually started to make uncommon but sure sense. You get up early and start walking in the dark or dusk. You walk through beautiful countryside and see the sun coming up. You enjoy many picturesque little villages and major cities with their gorgeous cathedrals. The cost of bed is cheap if you can accept the pilgrim life of bunkbeds and public showers. If you take a hotel for a break and a hot tub, that is pretty inexpensive too. No renting cars are hailing cabs at airports and train stations. Some people send their backpacks by transfer vans but that has not worked for us so far. 
It is a surprisingly gratifying experience to be surrounded by so many languages and actually be able to connect a little bit;  being  all pilgrims make us birds of a vey large and inclusive flock. If you are lucky enough to step in and help translate for someone, your heart takes flight. Who would have guessed that could happen. Only on el  Camino.
They say el Camino is addictive. Many people do it many times. On Thursday Sept. 13 th.  I am starting to get this. 
Pilgrim A

Sincerely Arlene 

On the road alone

Well, it looks as if I'm going to have to start pulling my weight blogging, now that Arlene and I have gone our separate ways for a few days. Today's walk was uneventful, just lots of km of flat, straight road. I met a retired Dutch couple who had walked all the way from Holland, over 2,000 km so far!  Also met a Chilean woman, now living in Sweden who just decided she wants to go home. Left her in a bar, looking for a taxi to take her to the nearest town with a train station. The same bar had muscles in their tapa section, got excited since the  best muscles I've ever had (big claim since I'm from NS and have visited Nfld a lot) was in Spain many years ago. These were a disappointment although the olive oil, peppers and onions, sopped up with, crusty, white bread, softened the blow. 

Sept. 9. Another day of flat, straight  roads with little scenery change.  Had a great brunch in a bar that was just opening with the company of a very cute Yorkshire terrier and 4 little kittens.  Walked through the city of S ahagun but didn't explore at all because I wanted  to get to the hostel as early as possible to avoid the heat. The hostel is in a 300 year old house, there was water, fruit and candy awaiting arriving pilgrims and soft music playing in the background. The volunteer hosts are welcoming, caring and funny, so I'm much happier tonight, than I was with last night's hostel, that had very little atmosphere. For the first time I , along with other pilgrims,helped with preparing the evening meal. It was an easy way for me to meet some people now that Arlene isn't  with me to break the ice. 

-Lori

Half of the Way

Saturday - Sept 8
"Izzy James and Delores Martin" reach the halfway mark on el Camino de Santiago!
So where does that Izzy Saint James come from?
I was the fifth child and baby of my family and because my parents already had two boys and two girls it was an easy coin toss of anticipation and they had two names ready. If I had been a boy I was going to be James after my Mother's Father.  As it turned out I became a ringer for my Mother's Mother Isabelle and her friends called me Little  Izzy. I liked the balance in that name and thought I would use it as a Pen Name if I ever wrote a book. My daughter Genevieve remembered this when she set up this wonderful blog.
I had never heard of el Camino de Santiago until Lori invited me to join her. When I investigated I was delighted to see that Saint James has the same birthday as me. July 25th. On further investigation I noticed that there is a lovely little 200 km pilgrimage path that runs from Portugal to Santiago which is called the Queen Isabelle route. 
Is that kismit or what!?
Anyhoo, I suggested to Lori that this 200km route would be enough for two Grannies but she would have none of it. She wanted the primo, classic Saint Frances route. 
So now that we are at the halfway mark of 400 km., we can't help but celebrate a little. Lori is a devote Pilgrim and will walk every step of the way. I am more of an adventurer than a true Pilgrim, but the experience has been wonderful for me as well; even though my feet will never be the same.
What does the second 400km hold for us? It has the feel of an advent calendar. Each day is like opening a tiny door. This morning we watched the sun come up over the long scenic horizon and sang the chorus to that old song" red rubber ball".
Today I found some perfect new strap on hiking sandals. This is a huge deal when all your possessions for 2 months are in a back pack. 
Cheers.
Second Chapter.. of el Camino de Santiago de Compostella to follow in the coming weeks.


Sincerely 
Arlene 

Buen Camino

 One of the nice things about walking the Camino is receiving the well wishes of people along the way. Buen Camino is the popular saying. We hear it from other pilgrims and from locals as well. As we left Belorado in the early hours of the morning we heard, "Buen Camino" from someone leaning over their upstairs balcony. Great way to start the day. Those on bicycles who whiz by us, shout out their Buen Caminos. It feels like receiving a blessing when ever I hear it. It feels good to wish Buen Camino too, especially when saying goog bye to someone whose friendship was enjoyed for a short time but who is either moving on at a faster pace or staying behind for some reason.  Our backpacks and walking sticks identify us as pilgrims and most people doing the walk have a clam shell on their pack, which is a symbol of the Camino. Being a pilgrim here is in a different category than being a tourist. 

-Lori

Great Legs!

Tuesday - September 4th
We are staying in a little town
called Hornillos. We only walked 20 km today. Did you hear what I just said! Ha ha Suddenly 20 km seems like a day of rest. It is quite the thing to sleep in a big city one day and then a little town the next. It is a continuous string of beautiful country scenery, historic cities, major cathedrals and monasteries. 
This town is almost perfect; only missing WiFi. 
It is time for me to buy a sleeping bag but no luck so far. I brought a silk liner only to start  but there has been a few chilly nights of late and I am happy to see a nice wool blanket folded on the foot of my bed.
You may wonder if we are taking a break from the hostels. We have not so far. We are enjoying paying 5E each night and it is a long trip. We also cannot avoid snoring by going to a hotel because we both do that now and then without warning or reason. One night the snoring was so    steady and all inclusive in a room with 20 + pilgrims that I left my ear plugs out and pretended that it was a choir singing for me. It worked! ( the wine at dinner may have helped too)
Pilgrim A



Sincerely 
Arlene 

Pilgrims of all ages, shapes, and sizes. Common denominator..great legs!

Too tired to write a blog. Here are some pics.

Big Fiesta with Bull Fight. Music going all night.



  Long walk to San Juan de Ortega



 
 View from our room in Burgos


 
Cathedral in Burgos


  Sculpture inside the Burgos Cathedral 
Notice the little dog curled up in the lower right corner. Awwwhh !


 
Blurry photo of the Inside of Cathedral in Burgos