- Time of past OR future Camino
- Except the Francés
A few days ago I had a dip in the warm calm waters of the deserted beach at Banyuls. A couple of hours pleasant coastal stroll took me to Cap Cerbère, then up, past a wartime frontier post ("caseta dels Alemanys (Gestapo)", according to maps.me) complete with film crew and machine gun. At the Col de Belitres, a little higher, on the French side is a plaque honouring the International Brigades and the "Memorial Democràtic", a slightly weathered commemoration of the nearly half a million people who crowded through this border in early 1939, fleeing the fascists. Among them was the poet Antonio Machado and his mother, whose joint grave I had visited in Collioure the previous week. He died less than a month after crossing the border and she followed her son three days later.
Making my first camino footsteps in Girona province, the path takes you past a franquiste monolith down to bustling Port Bou, partly along a trail the town hall has put up following the last hours of Walter Benjamin, who committed suicide here in 1940, rather than face deportation to a nazi concentration camp.
I stayed the night at the Pensión Llançà, recommended by @peregrina2000 and @Sitkapilgrim which was fine. Although the marked trail from Llançà misses the spectacular ruins of the Abbey of San Pere de Rodes (see pic), I think it would be daft not to visit, both for the imposing site itself, and especially for the panorama of the coast from it and from its castle 15 minutes further up the hill.
The original plan had been to arrive in Santiago at the end of November, celebrating the 10th anniversary of my first compostela by picking up my 10th one (I missed out 2011, not knowing at the time how deep the addiction was going to become). In this peculiar year that looks increasingly unlikely (Ourense went back into confinement only today, and the idea of taking the Camino Mendocino round Madrid province looks improbable too). Also I may be summonsed home for my replacement knee op, delayed from earlier this year.
So I have decided that this year's goal is Montserrat. If I can make it to the sacred mountain I'll be happy: anything beyond that will be a bonus. Just being here at all is already pretty good.
Making my first camino footsteps in Girona province, the path takes you past a franquiste monolith down to bustling Port Bou, partly along a trail the town hall has put up following the last hours of Walter Benjamin, who committed suicide here in 1940, rather than face deportation to a nazi concentration camp.
I stayed the night at the Pensión Llançà, recommended by @peregrina2000 and @Sitkapilgrim which was fine. Although the marked trail from Llançà misses the spectacular ruins of the Abbey of San Pere de Rodes (see pic), I think it would be daft not to visit, both for the imposing site itself, and especially for the panorama of the coast from it and from its castle 15 minutes further up the hill.
The original plan had been to arrive in Santiago at the end of November, celebrating the 10th anniversary of my first compostela by picking up my 10th one (I missed out 2011, not knowing at the time how deep the addiction was going to become). In this peculiar year that looks increasingly unlikely (Ourense went back into confinement only today, and the idea of taking the Camino Mendocino round Madrid province looks improbable too). Also I may be summonsed home for my replacement knee op, delayed from earlier this year.
So I have decided that this year's goal is Montserrat. If I can make it to the sacred mountain I'll be happy: anything beyond that will be a bonus. Just being here at all is already pretty good.