Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Palas de Rei

A nice long walk.  Palas de Rei is on a hill an a major road winds down the hill through the town.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Portomarin

Somehow the film gang found us and We decided to split up the walk. Rebecca and I would head out first and sit in the line at the Hunta until it opened and register all of us. (What do they say about plans?) First off, because it was such a long walk, we decided we would go to Portomarin first and then I would walk back to pick up Phil's pack just to make it a little easier on him. Rebecca and I  made good time. so when we got to Portomarin it was only 11am, still 2 hours before the Hunta opened. I dropped my pack with hers and started back. I had thought I would only have to go back 5 kilometers since they certainly would be further than that. They were not, but I found a nice little bar, so I ordered some food and sat back and enjoyed watching the pilgrims go by. After half an hour, still no Phil and crew, so I decided to go another kilometer. What's this?, there was another bar at the other end of town too! Well met, we walked back to Portomarin together.

Portomarin used to lie at the bottom of a deep valley.  It is now half filled with water and you cross a long bridge over the reservoir. So, for every meter you walk down to the bridge, you go to put up to the town.  There is an imposing structure at the top. It is the church that used to sit in the town that the reservoir now covers. So, stone by stone, it was dismantled, hauled to the top and reconstructed. Then a new town was built around it.

Hold on, no registration! Rebecca said they needed the passports as well as the credentials we left with her. That was the bad news. Good news? Rebecca found an empty apartment we could use. It cost 100 €, but worth it. We each had a separate room, almost. And after we had figured put the hot water, we had hot showers!

Barbadelo

I read an advert for a nice hostel just outside Sarria named Barbadelo. The next few days will expose us to a range of inns, But This hostel had a swimming pool! How cool is that ?! Pretty cold as a matter of fact. Maryka wanted to use it almost immediately. When I joined her later, she was only wet up to her knees! But the sun was out and working on your so is a good option too.

Monday, August 25, 2014

A note on English translation

For some reason, since I'm in Spain, my internet blogger app thinks it has to end in "es". Go figure. Consequently anything I write has to be "translated" and I'm getting some strange results. Strange Capitalizations, for example, Strange word ordering, for example.   Strange translations: like when I 'write "he" it comes out "I" When I type out my daughters name "mar", it is translated "sea", but That almost makes. sense. I do not know why this is, but I'm beginning not to care!

Samos

I left Triacastella in Peter's hands and off Samos dude, what the first third of the Camino was preparation for: the second third of the Camino. It was not a long walk and I got there early. I got a couple of cafe con leches at a local bar  Appropriately so i was   wired by 1:00 am, the time to check in. checked me in Michael. I is a volunteer from California and I continued my practice of Inglés.   i told him the story of Phil and I said I would save two more beds near mine.   

I had emailed Maryka to take a cab when - if - she got to Sarria, so I Looked  expectantly at every cab came by. One finally stopped in front of the hostel and I saw someone waving from the back seat. I was crying to see her again. But, the hostel was starting to fill up. Her bed was saved, but Michael was not confident That he Could save one for Phil. We went across the street for a while we where waiting cervesa Maryka read Phil's blog. She was convinced They Were on their way and had me run across the street to talk to Michael again. As I was walking back to her, I heard "Hey, Rick." Phil was sitting in the sun looking at me.  He made ​​it !! And he HAD been here long enough To have ordered a beer  in Neighboring bar !! I do not know how he missed seeing Maryka, but he was not expecting her so she would Have Been Spanish just another girl to him. We went over to His bar and the whole gang was there. Rebecca, Jessica and Todd, Phil's film crew. All gracious kids, all smiles, all welcoming. Rebecca wanted to know of Phil Had Seen Maryka yet. He HAD not of course so i told Phil I was going to get my beer and be right back.  We spirited Maryka while film was rolling over. stood to greet her not soon Phil said "I've got to sit down." It was a true surprise that worked out just the way it should. What a rush.

Triacastela

Just a lot of walking today. Just another day in paradise. Just another day of gorgeous clear forested Weather With dappled shade.

I met Peter once again at the edge of town, just above the lodge to Hunta. It looked like it was going to fill up and everyone was milling Quickly acerca. We decided to go down the road, and for only € 9 we got a room at the Horta Able to 'priv' hostel. Then dinner. We met Brian from New Jersey, a young man who quit His job and hit the road. Do you know how many there are walks similar to the Camino? I did not either. He's done one Peru and there is a 640 km walk in western Australia.

OCebreiro

Peter beat me out the door but I thought I woulld be reliable to catch him. Talked acerca We had Pradela taking the steeper route instead of the route Pereje along the road, so when I '' came to the split in the road, I went up ... and up ... and up. . Brierley says it's only 400m, but I think it has-been quite a while since I've been this way's I'm going to say 3k, six times as long. Another stairway to heaven, but it was heavenly When I got to the top. About 4 or 5 kilos along a ridge line with views of the way highways below. I Could not even hear the traffic.

Spain has a little bush-tit sized bird That seems almost tame. Several of them at various times along the path Accompanied me. The sun came when i was hiking the ridge and lit up the heather and broom.

I never caught Peter. I dropped down to the road route and I did not see him until I go to OCebreiro a long way away, and another hike Pradela-like, only longer and steeper. The 3k before La Faba was incredible.

I checked into the Hunta at OCebreiro and we watched the sun go down over our beers.