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Camino del Norte Day 8: Castro Urdiales to Laredo
Today was breathtaking. It was also VERY wet. Truth be told I’ve been incredibly lucky so far. I always knew that walking the Camino del Norte would at some point entail walking through rain. It’s not so green by coincidence. I’ve had fantastic weather until today. But I have to admit, when it started raining not two minutes after I walked off the beach in Castro Urdiales it was dispiriting. I spent the first hour kind of miserable and wondering if it would be awful of me to just hop in a cab and forget about today’s walk. Life’s too short. Why put myself through this? Then it stopped raining…
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Camino del Norte Day 7: Bilbao to Castro Urdiales via Portugalete
Goodbye Basque Country, Hello Cantabria. Just another day on the Camino del Norte So far Cantabria is beautiful but holy highway walking Batman. I knew it was coming, but still not the greatest to have to do. The first three-quarters of my day was amazing though. Today was cheat day number two. Meaning that while I started in Bilbao, I did not walk all the way. If I had I would still be on the road. I began my day by walking from my lovely apartment to the closest subway station. Twenty minutes later I reached the outskirts of Bilbao having gone through some pretty ugly industrial areas. Not sorry…
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Camino del Norte Day 6: Gernika to Bilbao
Bilbao, how do I love thee? Also, cue my first cheat day on the Camino del Norte. First to the cheating part. Back when I started planning for this trip I knew I wanted to end in Oviedo. There is a significant historical peg that makes me want to finish there and not just on some random town along the Way. I also knew that with the amount of time off I dispose of that would not happen unless I sacrificed rest days OR skipped certain sections of the Camino. I chose the later. Long days on the Camino del Norte: different ways of dealing with them. It is well…
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Camino del Norte Day 5: Extebarria to Gernika
I almost got on a bus today. After four days of challenging terrain on the Camino del Norte I woke up today optimistic. I thought that despite being a long day, it would be way easier than the previous ones. The woman at the hotel reinforced my thoughts. Then I put my daypack on. Uh oh. My lower back was not happy. As in really not happy. With nothing to do but go on, go on I did. Bolibar or Bolivar? With the company of an Australian woman from Perth I got through the first couple of hours until we arrived at Bolibar. Yep. That Bolibar. The town, is said…
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Camino del Norte Day 4: Mutriku to Markina-Xemein
I played fetch with an adorable cocker spaniel puppy today. Today was a good day on the Camino del Norte. It was one of those where nothing extraordinary happened and yet, a collection of good moments and people turned it into something truly enjoyable all the way from Mutriku to Markina-Xemein. A slow start I started much later than I would have liked. The Casa Rural or country home I spent the night in was lovely, but not being in the business of catering primarily to pilgrims they did not serve breakfast till 8:30am. By pilgrim standards this is insanely late. Our schedules being very much the opposite of Spaniards…
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Camino del Norte Day 3: Getaria to Deba via the Ruta del Flysch
Today was simply unbelievable. The Ruta del Flysch IS simply unbelievable. And I’m wrecked. I started my day early, determined to be on the road by 7:30am. I managed that but right off the bat lost my way by missing one of the yellow arrows out of town. It would, as it turned out, be the theme for the day. In any case, my little detour wasn’t a biggie. It cost me around 15 minutes or so, and soon I was on the proper way thanks to a couple of locals. The Ruta del Flysch The main course for the day so to speak was to traverse an alternate…
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Camino del Norte Day 1: Hondarribia to San Sebastian
Wow. What a day. This first day on the Camino del Norte was more beautiful than I imagined. It was also very hard and totally different from my first Camino two years ago. I’m writing this from bed in San Sebastián on Monday morning as I had nothing left in me last night other than thoughts of food and rest. I started the day around 8:15am somewhat discombobulated. That at least was the same as my very first day leaving St Jean Pied de Port on the French Way. It was also later than I would have liked, but since I couldn’t have breakfast before 7:30am and there would be…
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Camino del Norte Day 0: Arriving in Hondarribia
Well, here I am. Back on the Way of St. James. Albeit this time I’ll be embarking on the Camino del Norte. It’s been a long day. Starting with an early morning flight from Madrid, a boat ride into France, followed by a nice 5 kilometer (3 mile) walk back into Spain. As such I’m aptly rewarding myself with a glass of Spanish rosé while sitting on the balcony of my hotel/Parador/converted 11th century castle/military fortification. I’m a sucker for historic accommodations with fabulous waterfront views, what can I say? The Castillo Carlos V sits in the Basque town of Hondarribia on the border with France. Hondarribia, or Fuenterribia as…
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Camino a Santiago Day 32: O’Pedrouzo to Santiago de Compostela
Distance: 12.24 mi Elevation gain: 1,139ft Duration: 4h 40m Steps: 35,316 Calories: 1,297 It’s been 48 hours since I arrived in Santiago. I’m now sitting on flight number 3 of 3 to get me home: Munich to Chicago. It’s been a whirlwind. A visit to the Pilgrim’s office to get my Compostela, post-Camino celebrations with friends, not one but two different tours of the Cathedral, a spa day, and a Pilgrim mass I had no plans to go to, but ended up at after my cousin Gaby flew into Santiago from Madrid to spend a day with me. And of course, one last day in Madrid, which meant two things:…
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Camino a Santiago Day 31: Arzua to O’Pedrouzo
Distance: 21.6k (13.4 mi) Elevation gain: 337m (1,104ft) Duration: 4h 7m Steps: 30,824 Calories: 1,183 I’m now sitting 19K from Santiago. My Camino story is starting to come full circle. It’s mind-boggling to think about. How did this even happen? It was five weeks ago I was boarding a train in Bayonne, France heading to St. Jean Pied-de-Port for the start of my journey. That was day zero. And on that day I met Linda, a woman from England who I connected with thanks to a Camino Facebook group. I last saw Linda in Logroño four weeks ago over Pinxtos. Until today, when having finished her own journey, not just…