sabbott
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- Time of past OR future Camino
- Camino Frances (SJPP to Ponferrada) 2016
Camino Invierno 2016
This was my first day on the Camino Invierno. I'd describe it as having a plot line right out of a 3 Stooges movie, with me playing the starring roles--but with beautiful background scenery!
To set the stage, picture me wandering the streets of Ponferrada for an hour, searching for the municipal albergue and first Camino Invierno marker.
(I'll put suggestions for updates to your excellent PDF in parenthesis, Laurie. I think it's entirely possible that few people are as challenged by following written directions as I am, so take my notes with a grain of salt...)
Ponferrado to Toral de Merayo
It felt weird stepping out of the Camino Frances river, which just sweeps you along in a tide of arrows, albergues, bars and fellow pilgrims, and go my own way on the Invierno. But as soon as I crossed the bridge, and saw the lovely gardens by the river, I felt better.
The walk out of Ponferrada on a footpath that goes higher and higher, a sheer drop to the river on one side, wildflowers and flowering shrubs on the other, is beautiful.
Toral de Merayo
Just as I was thinking that the locals didn't seem very friendly to the weird looking person in the rain poncho (me), the woman behind the counter in the tienda came running out with a smile and big chunk of cake. I tried unsuccessfully not to get teary eyed...
My second adventure in wandering off-Camino happened while exiting town. I was gawking at the cemetery and missed the arrow painted with some subtlety on the asphalt. Fortunately the view from the top of the wrong road after my half hour climb was amazing!
(You might want to note that the "gentle right at the first fork" is next to the church.)
Santalla del Bierzo
The walk to this village was without misadventure, and even better, was lovely. The people who live in this region are great gardeners, and this is beautifully tended land. Vegetable plots, orchards, and vineyards are all on a human scale, unlike other parts of Spain with huge corporate farms that I've walked through.
Leaving the village things got a little confused for me. No, I definitely did not want to climb to the castle. A very kindly man who even bowed when he bid me Buen Camino pointed me in the right direction, and then arrows led me out of the village, and up a dirt track. Up and down, up and down, until I came to a magical little ermita, white with a blue door, in the middle of nowhere (as an ermita should be.)
But then the path got funky, washed out, and still up and up, and I went with it. When I finally crossed a highway, I thought I'd better take it, and say goodbye to the funky path. The road quickly became a two lane switchback with heavy truck traffic, and a sheer drop on the other side of the guardrail.
I flagged down a car, and asked "this way to Borrenes?" Yes it was, and she invited me to hop in and get a lift into town--but as a fully committed, irrational pilgrim I had to keep walking with the semis until the turn off for the village mercifully appeared. From there it was a very pleasant if shaky walk into beautiful Borrenes.
I'm staying here at the Coratel Medulas hostel. The very kindly owner opened up the bar to make me a huge platter of fried eggs, potatoes and salad for dinner, every morsel of which I ate. She said four pilgrims were here last night. Good to know they are somewhere up the road, though at my snail's pace I will never catch up with them.
All in all, an adventurous day in a beautiful place with a satisfying ending. And other than the cake episode, I didn't cry once!
P.S. Mo, Larry and Curly are begging me to download a GPS, but I think my learning curve to figure out how to use it would be longer than my time on the Camino...
Dog report: 2 barkers who were just going through the motions, and 3 big guys lying by the road who couldn't have cared less. I was happy none of them were chained up.
To set the stage, picture me wandering the streets of Ponferrada for an hour, searching for the municipal albergue and first Camino Invierno marker.
(I'll put suggestions for updates to your excellent PDF in parenthesis, Laurie. I think it's entirely possible that few people are as challenged by following written directions as I am, so take my notes with a grain of salt...)
Ponferrado to Toral de Merayo
It felt weird stepping out of the Camino Frances river, which just sweeps you along in a tide of arrows, albergues, bars and fellow pilgrims, and go my own way on the Invierno. But as soon as I crossed the bridge, and saw the lovely gardens by the river, I felt better.
The walk out of Ponferrada on a footpath that goes higher and higher, a sheer drop to the river on one side, wildflowers and flowering shrubs on the other, is beautiful.
Toral de Merayo
Just as I was thinking that the locals didn't seem very friendly to the weird looking person in the rain poncho (me), the woman behind the counter in the tienda came running out with a smile and big chunk of cake. I tried unsuccessfully not to get teary eyed...
My second adventure in wandering off-Camino happened while exiting town. I was gawking at the cemetery and missed the arrow painted with some subtlety on the asphalt. Fortunately the view from the top of the wrong road after my half hour climb was amazing!
(You might want to note that the "gentle right at the first fork" is next to the church.)
Santalla del Bierzo
The walk to this village was without misadventure, and even better, was lovely. The people who live in this region are great gardeners, and this is beautifully tended land. Vegetable plots, orchards, and vineyards are all on a human scale, unlike other parts of Spain with huge corporate farms that I've walked through.
Leaving the village things got a little confused for me. No, I definitely did not want to climb to the castle. A very kindly man who even bowed when he bid me Buen Camino pointed me in the right direction, and then arrows led me out of the village, and up a dirt track. Up and down, up and down, until I came to a magical little ermita, white with a blue door, in the middle of nowhere (as an ermita should be.)
But then the path got funky, washed out, and still up and up, and I went with it. When I finally crossed a highway, I thought I'd better take it, and say goodbye to the funky path. The road quickly became a two lane switchback with heavy truck traffic, and a sheer drop on the other side of the guardrail.
I flagged down a car, and asked "this way to Borrenes?" Yes it was, and she invited me to hop in and get a lift into town--but as a fully committed, irrational pilgrim I had to keep walking with the semis until the turn off for the village mercifully appeared. From there it was a very pleasant if shaky walk into beautiful Borrenes.
I'm staying here at the Coratel Medulas hostel. The very kindly owner opened up the bar to make me a huge platter of fried eggs, potatoes and salad for dinner, every morsel of which I ate. She said four pilgrims were here last night. Good to know they are somewhere up the road, though at my snail's pace I will never catch up with them.
All in all, an adventurous day in a beautiful place with a satisfying ending. And other than the cake episode, I didn't cry once!
P.S. Mo, Larry and Curly are begging me to download a GPS, but I think my learning curve to figure out how to use it would be longer than my time on the Camino...
Dog report: 2 barkers who were just going through the motions, and 3 big guys lying by the road who couldn't have cared less. I was happy none of them were chained up.