Happy St Valentine’s Day ….or not!

valentines day for blog

As a teenager I longed for wild declarations of love on Valentine’s Day or at the very least a beautiful card from a gorgeous, mysterious, secret admirer.

It never happened….obviously.

On one  occasion  I did receive a card signed off with only a question mark and I lived in hope that my dreams had come true. Unfortunately, I found out later it came from a boy who was a neighbour, and worse still he was three years younger than me. That put an end to any romantic notions.

Just Another Day

Now St Valentine’s Day is just another day. I couldn’t care less about cards and my idea of romance has changed over the years.  Kindness and thoughtfulness on a day to day basis beats any trumped up romantic overtures on one day of the year. And I avoid eating out on Valentine’s night like the plague. Packed restaurants, overcooked and overpriced food and feeling you must hold hands over the table just because it’s Valentines is my idea of hell.

It is wonderful to receive flowers or chocolates but even better when I am least expecting it….not because of a certain date on the calendar. However, not everyone in our house feels the same. According to my teenage daughter my feelings on St Valentine’s Day are completely irrelevant and I simply do not understand.

Oh yes, romance is alive and well in our house. She has now acquired a boyfriend and I received a text from him recently. He wants to buy my daughter a pup for Valentine’s Day!

Love’s young dream and my worst bloody nightmare.

I can only thank my lucky stars he had the wit to ask first.  Could you imagine if he had turned up with a cute fluffy pup?  The oohs and aaahs over the adorable mutt. I would have been the bad guy for saying we can’t keep it, and I would have been stuck with it. We already have two cats and a dog and who feeds them? Definitely not my daughter!

So I gave the only advice I could……

“Not unless it’s stuffed.”

001 And here is the adorable present he turned up with……OK it’s a bear rather than a pup but it’ll never yap, bite, chew, need fed or shit on the floor!

Whats not to love!

Buen Camino!

Buen Camino

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http://caminoadventures.com is an excellent and very informative website for all things Camino related.  Whether you are a new pilgrim to El Camino de Santiago or someone who is an old hand at it, you will find plenty to whet your travelling taste buds here.

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Camino Adventure Part Two: Logrono – Najera

Leaving Logrono

It was cool and cloudy when we left Logrono at 9:45am which was quite late compared to some mornings.  We had breakfast in a little cafe called Estrella Galicia; coffee and croissant was absolute steal at only 2.20 euro.  The next town, Navarette, was 13 kms away so we stocked up on water and bought our usual fayre of bread and ham for lunch.

Estrella Galicia Estrella Galicia, Logrono





The path out of Logrono follows the edge of the Pantano de la Grajera reservoir through the La Grajera city park.  A beautiful space in nature where pilgrims and locals mingled together; cycling, walking, relaxing.  here are a lot more pilgrims cycling this part of the Camino Way.

Pantano de la Grajera La Grajera city park, Logrono





It was here we met Santa Claus’ double, Marcelino Lobato Castrillo.  He stamped our passports and for a donation we  bought some souvenirs.   Why is it when you are asked for a donation, you are more inclined to spend more than you would have originally intended.

Marcelino at La Grajera City Park, Logrono


After leaving the park we walked for miles through more vineyards.  We were still in the La Rioja wine region and it put us in the mood for a glass of red.  We decided when we reached Naverette to buy a bottle to enjoy with our crusty ham rolls.  Sure why not?   It only cost 4 euro, and it tasted delicious.  It brought home to us how ripped off we are in Ireland, especially when it comes to wine.   Recently, in Dublin, one small glass  cost me 9.50 euro.  And it tasted bitter. Or maybe that was just me after being fleeced!

We ended up eating lunch, drinking wine and attending to blisters in a deserted play ground.  Ah living the high life.

In one of the photos below you can see the  Osborne bull standing on a hill in the distance.  There are 90 of these iconic billboards in Spain today.  From 1956 they were originally used by the Osborne sherry company to advertise alcohol.  A new law passed in 1988 prohibited advertising being visible from public highways and sought to have them removed.  However, the bulls had become such a part of the landscape, there was a public outcry and the bulls stayed, albeit with any evidence of alcohol branding covered up.

Wine Company, Navarette, Spain Navarette eating lunch in playground in Navarette, Spain view from Navarette map of Navarette Navarette








Alice, our mathematical brain, counted up our expenses and we have only spent 27 euro over the last 24 hours -that’s accommodation, and all our food and drink.  If you feel like a few days away and you’re on a budget – get yourself to the Camino – you will have the best experience (in my humble opinion) and spend very little money into the bargain.

We took a look around the Church of Assumption of Mary in Navarette.  There was a map of the world at the back of the church and you stick a pin into whatever country you are from and the congregation will pray for you at mass on Sunday.  It felt nice to think people we would never meet would hold us in their prayers and wish us well.

Church of Assumption of Mary, Navarette Church of the Assumption of Mary Church of the Assumption of Mary, Navarette






The journey from Navarette into Najera was flat and not too taxing, but this was a hard walk and our legs were aching by the time we reached Navarette at 6pm.  Eight hours walk today.


Our accommodation for tonight was Puerto de Najera (10euro)– very beautiful and quaint.  http://alberguedenajera.com

Puerto de Najera

The lovely Mayvita was our host and she was very welcoming and helpful. It was 3 euro to wash and dry our clothes.  We left them in the laundry and Mayita took care of it.  We came back to all our clothes freshly laundered and in neat piles.  I can’t tell you, as a mother of five whose kitchen resembles the Magdalene Laundries on a good day, what it felt like to have someone else take care of my washing.

However, the only downside to this albergue was the interconnecting room we were sleeping in.  We had the middle room, and therefore we had to walk through another bedroom to get to where we were sleeping and other pilgrims had to walk through our room to get to their dormitory.  It felt like Charing Cross Station at times.   But at this stage on our travels, we know not to expect privacy.   Everything is part of the experience of the Camino. Even the pissed off French pilgrim who told us very politely to be quiet.  Although, we could tell by her face she wanted to tell us to  shut the hell up!

Dinner was the 13 euro pilgrim menu in La Merceria Restaurant which specialises in Riojan cuisine. It hit the spot. Delicious.


Its interior design was based on sewing decorations – perfect for our seamtress Annamarie who loves all things sewing and stitching and is fabulous at it.

La Merceria Restaurant La Merceria Restaurant





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Camino Adventure Part Two – Los Arcos to Logrono


Walking the Camino de Santiago, Spain
leaving Los Arcos 

Los Arcos to Logrono – 27kms

Next stop Logrono.  Still no sign of a heatwave which means we can sleep a little longer in the mornings, as we don’t have to leave at some unearthly hour to try and outrace the sun!

27 kilometres to walk  and we were grateful for the cloudy skies.  It wouldn’t be much fun walking that distance in baking sunshine.  Every cloud has a silver lining!

As we left Los Arcos we passed a cemetery.  There was a sobering inscription on the gate –

“Yo que fui lo que tu eres, tu sera lo que yo so” which translates as “I was once what you are, and you will be what I am.”

True, but let’s hope not anytime soon!!

 After walking about 7 kms we arrived in Sansol and we decided this would be the perfect place to stop and eat our breakfast of crusty bread and cheese.  We decided to buy coffee at the first shop we came to.  Big mistake.  The coffee was horrible and the shop keeper who served us wasn’t too nice either.  And if we had just walked on a little further, there was a beautiful place called Albergue Sansol serving breakfast for 4euro.  Sometimes it pays to wait.

Sansol, Camino de Santiago
arriving in Sansol on the Camino de Santiago, Spain

We walked through Torres del Rio, a town and municipality located in the province of Navarre.  It is halfway between Los Arcos and Viana.

walking the Camino de Santigo

walking the Camino de Santiago     Torres del Rio   walking the Camino de Santiago

It was a steep uphill walk from Torres del Rio and tough on the old knees.  At Armananzas we passed a stone cross decorated with photographs, momentoes and trinkets left by other pilgrims.

“We are pilgrims, not settlers; this earth is our inn, not our home.” John H Vincent

Each momentoe represents a little piece of a pilgrim’s story; pain, heartbreak, courage and hope.  We stopped here for a while and we were reminded of the old saying…”if we threw our problems into a pile and saw everyone elses, we’d grab ours back.”

Stone cross at Armananzas

Olive trees lined the route we walked and we also passed small beehive shelters where pilgrims in olden times would have stayed.   It made us feel grateful for even the most over crowded municipal.  Not that we have stayed in an over crowded municipal…. yet.  There’s still time!

ancient pilgrim shelters along the Camino Way
Ancient Pilgrim Shelter

We stopped again at a  food truck at Bargota (yes, we are always thinking of our stomachs) which sold coffee, tea and beer.

lunch at food truck at Bargota on the Camino Way
Food truck at Bargota

The lovely owner had no problem with us eating our own  packed lunch at his premises.  In fact, when he saw we only had cheese to put on our bread, he insisted on opening up a packet of Prosciutto ham and filled up our sandwiches with it, all for free!  That definitely wouldn’t happen at home.   Yet again, we have met with the most kind, good-natured people on this trip.

La Rjoia 

As we continued on our way we walked through the La Rjoia region, which is famous for its gorgeous wine.  So it was interesting to walk through the vineyards from where I’ve drank so much of its produce.  The grapes looked delicious, and we couldn’t resist sneaking a few to eat, and believe me, they tasted as good as they looked.  No wonder La Rjoia wine tastes so good.

Viana vineyards

Viana region, Camino Way


We also walked through Viana, a beautiful old Spanish town, with stunning views over the surrounding countryside.  We took some time to explore around the ruins of the thirteenth century gothic church of San Pedro and the Church of Santa Maria.  Well worth a visit.









After about walking 9 hours, we finally reached Logrono just after 5:30pm.  Our legs were aching.  Poor Sharon struggled badly with blisters and a swollen ankle, but like a real trooper she kept going.


We had rang ahead earlier and booked Hostel Entresuenos – www.hostellogrono.com – +34 941 27 13 34

The room was small, but it was just the six of us sharing so we didn’t mind.  There was a communal showering area and overall it was very clean.  It cost 10 euro for the night.  We had a pilgrim meal in Calenda Restaurant on Calle Portales just around the corner from our hostel.  (13 euro for a 3 course meal with wine).  I would highly recommend both places.

Today had been a hilly walk, with lots of ups and downs, but we took our time, and stopped along the way to take in the views.  My advice is to make sure you stock up with water before you leave towns, as there are long distances to go between places without any water stops.

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Camino Adventure Part Two -Estella to Los Arcos

Next up…Los Arcos

I didn’t sleep a wink last night.  The fiesta seemed to go on all night.  And just when  I thought the party had finally stopped, a crowd started up an ‘ole ole ole’ outside our window.  I think I finally dropped off about 5:30 am and I was awake again at 7am.

Breakfast was a simple fayre consisting of bread, cheese, ham, fruit, jam and coffee/tea/juice which we organised ourselves in the kitchen of our albergue, (Agora Hostel – info@dormirenestella.com or Tel: +34 948 546 574).

We  organised our bags to go on ahead of us with the taxi company Caminofacil.  Just as we were leaving we had to wait behind the barriers as there was a bull run on the street.  Okay, we aren’t talking, running with the bulls a la Pamplona, I think there were only  four bulls, but a thrill for me who has always wanted to see one.  Some of the animal rights activists in our group refused to watch.  Still they’ll be eating steak tonight if it’s on the menu. Not naming names, of course!








We finally left for Los Arcos around 8am.  We walked mostly gravel tracks and farmland today passing vineyards and fruit bushes of blackberries, sloes and rose hips and I ate some of the sweetest grapes I’ve ever tasted.  No wonder the wine is so delicious over here.   Annamarie could be a professional forager, she knows the name of every fruit and more to the point what is safe to eat and what isn’t.  To be honest, it was like walking with our very own Bear Gryllis.





There is a wine fountain “Fuente del Vino” shortly after leaving Estella.  Free wine!  The Camino just keeps getting better and better.  The fountain is part of the ancient Monastery of Irache and is open daily between 8am and 8pm.

A short distance from the wine fountain is a  working blacksmith’s forge where he sold the beautiful creations he made.   Needless to say, Alice wanted to bring the wine lampshade home.









Villamayor de Monjardin





We stopped in the small town of Villamayor de Monjardin,  which is about 8 kms from Estella. In the shadow of the church of The Iglesia de San Andres, we ate our simple lunch of ham and bread washed down with the free wine from the wine fountain.  What more could we want? As there are no more villages from here until we reach Los Arcos, about 12kms away, we made sure to stock up with water.  We’ve already drank enough wine!!

A  food truck, blasting out 80’s classics, was parked a couple of kilometres before Los Arcos.  The music was definitely our vintage  and, of course, we had to stop again and have a drink and some snacks.  Although, we had a minor emergency when Fiona chipped her tooth on roasted peanuts.

We walked 21 km today into Los Arcos and it took us about 8 hours.   It was perfect weather for walking until the last few kilometres when it got hotter and we were walking through open countryside with no shade.  By the time I reached Los Arcos my feet were aching and I could feel my heels burning.  I couldn’t wait to get my shoes off, praying I wouldn’t need compeed this early on in the trip.  Poor Sharon has blisters and a sprained ankle, but is still managing a smile.  Mighty women keep walking!!!





We have had our first experience of not being able to get booked into an albergue.  It is trickier when there is a larger group.  If there is only one or two of you, usually there are no problems.  My advice book in advance if you are walking in a large group. This does leave your trip more regimented but you can relax knowing exactly where you are going to sleep each night.    We ended up staying in Pension Mavi… www.pensionmavi.es . Double rooms were 50 euro, so only 25 euro each.  More expensive than what we are used to on the Camino and it also did not include breakfast or dinner.  But it was a little bit of luxury compared to the albergues.

Once a year go someplace you’ve never been before.  Dalai lama

We ate dinner in a little café in the square.   I had ravioli….put it like this, I’ve had nicer out of a tin.  Heinz could’ve done better.  Hopefully this will be our worst meal of the trip.  We had a nightcap in a little bar not far from where we were staying and yet again the prices blew us away: £2.90 for a glass of red wine and a beer.

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From Ireland to Estella – Camino Adventure Part Two

           “Every adventure requires a first step.”                            The Cheshire Cat  

Best foot forward!
From Ireland to Estella!

The adventure continues and we are enroute to Estella in Spain to continue our walk along The Camino Way.  To celebrate Fiona and Alice produced two bottles of Prosecco and six plastic cups in the taxi on our way to the airport.  We can always depend on them to provide the beverages!  Although, I wouldn’t count on them for water.

Celebrating with Prosecco
Celebrating the start of another adventure!

We popped the corks and made a toast to Camino….stage two!  This year we have a new addition to the group, Annamarie, let’s hope she doesn’t regret her decision to join us.  She had a little sip of Prosecco, even though she is a teetotaller, (well she was until this trip!), and she likes it.

We flew with Aer Lingus, (always more relaxing than Ryanair), and arrived into Bilbao at 4:30pm.  The sun was shining but the temperature was mild.  Not quite the heat wave we had been told to expect.

We had a taxi bus booked with Caminofacil  to take us onto Estella.  Caminofacil also do luggage transfer services along the Camino for pilgrims who do not want to carry their bag.  ( I dealt with Sergio whom I found to be very efficient and helpful.)  We relayed most of our messages to him through WhatsApp.

Caminofacil.net or Telephone: +34 610 798 138

The journey not the arrival matters.                                        T. S. Elliot

The taxi journey from Bilbao to Estella cost 200 euro, pricey if only one or two travelling, but as there were six of us, the cost was approximately 33 euro per head.  The bus journey would have cost us about 20 euro each, but we thought the taxi was worth the extra money.  There is no direct bus between Bilbao and Estella, so taking the taxi saved us having to take two buses and wait around between each one.  The bus journey also takes around 3 hours to get to Estella and the taxi would be a lot quicker than that.

Or so we thought!

The taxi driver got lost, and the journey took us about 3 hours anyway.  We knew there was a problem when we started passing signs taking us back to Bilbao.

In any event we arrived in Estella, a lot later than we had intended, and then drove around for what seemed like an eternity trying to find our hostel.

Estella, Spain

Estella, Camino Way





“Some beautiful paths can’t be discovered without getting lost.” Erol Ozan

Satnav or Google Maps anyone???

Technology was not our friend today.

Agora Hostel, Camino de Santiago          Agora Hostel, Camino de Santiago

We eventually found Agora Hostel, which Alice had booked a few weeks in advance of our trip.  This place was brilliant and the customer service was first class. It was clean and modern with individual pods to sleep in. I love these sort of albergues, as it’s like sleeping in my own little room where I can pull the curtain and shut everyone else out.    The price of 20 euro included a continental breakfast which we made ourselves in the shared kitchen.

You can information on Agora hostel – info@dormirenestella.com or

Tel: +34 948 546 574

There are over 15,000 fiestas and festivals held in Spanish towns and villages every year, so we weren’t surprised when we arrived in Estella in the middle of one such celebration.  Although, it was surprising, in a town buzzing with people, that most businesses were closed.

Restaurants were not serving the pilgrim menu and we didn’t want to start blowing our budget before we had even set off walking.  We managed to find a restaurant, (cannot remember the name), not far from our hostel which was serving pizza for 7 euro.  Not bad at all.  And the wine was only 1.50 a glass.

Let’s call it a night!

Agora closes at 10pm but we had a key to let ourselves in if we wished to stay out later.  We didn’t, as it had been a long day.

Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.  Helen Keller

We are walking to Los Arcos tomorrow and the lovely hostess of Agora did her utmost to help us find a place to stay there.  We couldn’t get a bed in any of the albergues, but we did find accomodation in a pensions.  Pensions are more luxurious than an albergue, and therefore more expensive.  Let’s be clear, we are not talking five star hotel luxurious here; but single beds rather than  bunk beds and two people to a bedroom instead of ten!

“Allow yourself to walk your                                           Camino in your own way.”       Discoverthecamino.com

Four of us have organised to transfer our bags on with Caminofacil, the same taxi company we had used earlier.  The deal with Caminofacil to transfer bags is 5 euro each, however, if they are transferring more than five bags in a group the price comes down to 4 euro each.  Annamarie and Fiona are choosing to carry their bags.

I couldn’t fault Agora hostel, although I wouldn’t have minded sound proofed walls, as the fiesta went on until about 5am!

But hey, on a different night, that could be us.

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Day 4 – Roncesvalles to Zubiri – 22 kms

walking the camino de santiago

Zubiri here we come!

Only 790 km to go!  It’s only going to take us another four years.

We took this photo as we left Roncesvalles to continue our walk to Zubiri.  Full of the joys of spring, little did we know, how tough the walk ahead of us would be.

This will give you an idea of the gradient.  The image is from the Rother Walking Guide, which I found to be one of the most informative guides for walking the Camino de Santiago.

distance from roncesvalles to zubiri

Meeting the locals
walking from roncesvalles to zubiri
A little send off from one of the locals at Zubiri
walking from Roncesvalles Monastery to Zubiri
He liked some of us more than others

We walked a distance of 22kms today, up and down, in intense heat.  We had hit the road early hoping to get as far as we could before the sun would be at its hottest.  It was predominately forest paths and farm tracks, but we still had quite a way to go on open paths with no shade.

the road from Roncesvalles monastery to Zubiri
Beautiful countryside on the way from Roncesvalles to Zubiri
walking from Roncesvalles monastery to Zubiri
Seeking Shade!

It was heaven when we would eventually come to trees and stand beneath them to escape the relentless heat of the sun. Hats and sun block were a must.

We passed through small towns such as Burguete, (where the writer Ernest Hemingway stayed in 1924), Espinal and Linzoain. 

walking into Burguete on the road from Roncesvalles to Zubiri
Walking into Burguete

Enjoying the countryside on the way to Zubiri on the Camino de Santiago

Between Linzoain and Zubiri we passed a memorial to a 64 year old Japanese man who died in 2002 while walking the Camino.  

Roncesvalles to Zubiri memorial to a Japanese pilgrim who died on the Camino de Santiago
Memorial to a Japanese pilgrim

When we reached Alto Erro, which is 3.70 km from Zubiri, we stopped at a food truck which provides snacks and drinks all year round to pilgrims.  We were also able to get our pilgrim passport stamped here.

Magic Works!

Anyone looking for a husband or wife – take note of the sign at the food truck.  Apparently in years gone by the owner of the food truck put out a basket to collect unwanted items from pilgrims for charity.  One year a pilgrim left her uncomfortable underwear in the basket, (girls you need the comfy knickers!), and shortly after she met the love of her life on the Camino.  In fact, they ended up getting married on the Camino.

So as the sign says….’magic works’.  Or maybe it had more to do with the fact she wasn’t wearing any underwear!

sign at food truck at Zubiri
Magic Works!

Two Irish guys, Gary and Denis,  were having a break at the food truck.  We began chatting; or more accurately, Gary chatted while Denis made it obvious he did not want to talk. That’s his prerogative, not everyone can find us scintillating company!!

“It’s okay if you don’t like me.  Not everyone has good taste.”  (No idea who said this, but I like it!)

Gary looked like a young guy without a care in the world.  We later found out that he had been the sole carer of his mother for five years, while she battled Motor neurone disease.  She had only died six months earlier and walking the Camino was a way of dealing with his grief.  And once again, we were reminded, despite the fun and laughs, sadness and heartbreak accompanies so many pilgrims on their journey.


After walking about eight hours, we eventually came to Zubiri.  It was steep on the way down and the last hour of walking was very hard on the knees.  Smiling here, but exhausted.

arriving at Zubiri village on the Camino de Santiago
Zubiri at last!

Our friend, Heather, whom we met in the Orisson, was still walking with us.  No, we hadn’t scared her off.  She must have the patience of a saint!

approaching Zubiri and the Rabies Bridge on the Camino de Santiago
Zubiri – Village of the Bridge

Approaching the bridge into Zubiri across the river Arga.  Zubiri is a tiny village of approximately 400 people and its name means, ‘village of the bridge’.  The bridge itself is known as, The Rabies Bridge, and legend has it that any animal passing under its arches can be cured of any illness, including rabies.

As soon as we arrived in Zubiri, our first misson was to find somewhere to sleep.  The first two places we tried were full; we began to feel a bit like Mary and Joseph….no room for us at the inn.  This was our first experience of having nowhere to stay, and being tired, hot and grumpy,  anxiety levels were rising.  Our easy going, ‘we are laid back, just take it as it comes’ attitude, went right out the window!  Apart from Fiona, who lay on the grass and declared she would sleep there for the night, as she couldn’t walk another step!

“Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.”  Anthony Burgess

We tried the Albergue Municipal, very cheap at only 8 euro for the night, and if we had been a crowd of teenagers, it would’ve been fine.  But it was crowded and chaotic and in Alice’s words,  ‘yes, we are roughing it, but we don’t want to rough it that much!’

‘My idea of “roughing it” is when room service is late.’  Unknown

 Luckily, we managed to find a bed at a private albergue; El palo de avellano, ( 29 euro for bed and breakfast with three course meal, wine included!)                                                           More information at www.elpalodeavellano.com.

Both of the above photos  are from their website:  http://elpalodeavellano.com/en/home as they looked much better than my own.

I would definitely recommend this place.  The staff couldn’t do enough for us and it was very clean. There were six bunks to a room and I ended up with a handsome French man under me; that will probably be the only time in my life I shall be able to say that.

There was a communal games room and garden area to chill out and relax in.  A few of us met up with a Spanish lady in the garden while trying out some yoga moves.   She joined in, and before we knew it, we were all doing the downward dog together!  Sorry there are no photos of this lovely sight.

However, I have to say I drew the line at lying on the grass, as there were a couple of cats running about and I wasn’t quite sure where they had last relieved themselves.  Last thing I needed was cat s*** in my hair or anywhere else for that matter.

You don’t need a silver fork to eat good food.                 Paul Prudhomme

We ate our delicious meal in the communal dining room, which was another opportunity to meet fellow pilgrims and share stories.  Mi-yong, a very young looking South Korean lady sat with us for dinner.  She was in her forties with a grown up family and she was walking the Camino on her own.  She looked about 25!  We want to know the Korean’s secret to looking young?  Please tell us!

As the wine flowed, we talked like old friends. The best remedy for breaking down the language barrier…….red wine!

“Wine and friends are a great blend.”                                  Ernest Hemingway

Communal dinner at El palo de avellano Zubiri
Laughter is the best medicine…..and wine!

Before she left the next morning, and while we were at breakfast, she left each of us a lucky charm on our pillows.  How lovely was she?  We hoped we would bump into her again somewhere along our journey.

a lucky charm from our Korean friend in Zubiri on the Camino de Santiago
Lucky Charm!

Leaving early the next morning.

group of friends leaving Zubiri on the Camino de Santiago
Pamplona here we come!










Day 3 – Orisson to Roncesvalles – 17.4 kms

Early Mornings

It’s an early start on the Camino and we woke about 6am.  Early, but worth it to catch sight of the beautiful sunrise.  We were staying at the Roncesvalles Monastery next, and as we didn’t have it booked, we wanted to get there as early as we could.   We were advised it gets very busy from late afternoon and we wanted to avoid the long queues of pilgrims checking in.

I managed to get dressed for the day without leaving my bunk.  It pays to organise whatever you need for the following morning the night before.  It also means you are less noisy getting ready, especially as there may be other pilgrims still sleeping.  And in the case of our group, we’ve been told to be quiet more than enough so far on this trip – and it’s only three days in.

He who would travel happily must travel light.    Antoine de Saint-Exupery

My routine on the Camino was to wash what I wore after a day’s walk, and change into what I would wear the following day. The weather was hot, so there was no problem getting clothes dried on the line.  Sometimes  I wore my shorts to bed to speed up time the following morning.  It’s not a fashion show on the Camino and no one cares what you look like.  I also organised my tee-shirt and socks on the bottom of my bed for handiness to change into.  This meant I was more or less ready before I’d even put a foot on the floor.   Everything I had in my bed could be rolled up into my sleeping bag liner and easily transferred into my rucksack.

Comfy knickers makes it all better!

Breakfast in the Orisson was basic compared to the dinner we had the night before.   We had hoped for cereal when we saw bowls on the tables, but no such luck.  The bowls were for drinking our coffee/tea from.  Unusual, but as the saying goes, “when in Rome”.  Of course for the coffee lovers among us, it was a dream come true.

When in Rome, live as the Romans do; when elsewhere, live as they live elsewhere.  St Ambrose

So after a bowlful of coffee and bread and jam, we filled our water bottles/camel packs and started out on the 16 km walk to Roncesvalles.

Roncesvalles here we come!


To carry or not to carry?

Most of us, again, decided not to carry our big rucksacks, and sent them on to Roncesvalles. The girl on reception at Orisson gave us an envelope on which we wrote our next destination.  We placed the fee of 8 euro (the fee became cheaper when we crossed the border into Spain) for this service in the same envelope and attached it to our rucksacks. Our bags were left in the reception area to be picked up and transferred to Roncesvalles.  Hopefully to arrive before we would!  Obviously, the important stuff, like passports and money we kept with us in our daypacks.

And hats off to Sharon and Fiona –  here they are bringing up the rear and soldiering on with their big rucksacks.

There is great information on sending rucksacks ahead on www.theroadtosantiago.com/sending-your-backpack-ahead.html

Stunning Views along the way – channelling Stretch Armstrong

Sometime after leaving Orisson,  we could hear the sound of a folk song wafting through the air to greet us, as we reached Biakorre at a height of 1095 metres.  A group of pilgrims were playing guitars and singing, (even Max had got involved with his ukuele and we couldn’t help noticing Ga Ga was still with him.)   Maybe a romance was on the cards?  Or maybe, the cynic inside me thought, the poor girl  just couldn’t shake him!  He was stuck to her like a barnacle to the bottom of a boat.

A statue of the Vierge de Biakorri (Virgin Mary) stands here and many pilgrims adorn it with rosary beads, memory cards and other mementoes.  There is a touch of sadness when you read the memory cards and get a glimpse of the sadness behind another’s walk.

With the stunning views all around, and the sound of sheep bells tinkling, we felt like we were in a scene from The Sound of Music.  So much so, Oonagh,  broke out into her version of Edelwiss!  It became something of anthem for the rest of our trip.  Yes, we could’ve picked any song, but that’s middle-aged women for you.

Like all good Catholic women we said our prayers to Our Lady, (please no blisters), and then bade her adieu as we continued on.  We walked across open pasture, passing sheep grazing on each side.  In the middle of nowhere we were able to buy coffee, tea, hot chocolate and snacks from a food truck set up on the side of the path.   This was also the last point in France where we got our Camino passport stamped.  We continued up to Col Lepoeder at 1430 metres, which was the highest point of our entire trip.  From here Roncesvalles and the region of Navarra came into view.

Battle of Roncesvalles 1813

As we began our descent to Roncesvalles we had a choice of two routes; a steep incline through the forest or take the trail to the right which was easier, but 800 metres longer along a tarmac road.  We decided to take the forest trail as the weather was good, and we thought it would be more interesting.  If it had been raining, we would probably have chosen the safer option.

Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker  Garth Nix

The path we chose was very steep and stony at the start, and hard on the old knees.  We were extra careful, as we were heart afraid of a twisted ankle or a broken bone bringing our Camino adventure to an end.  A couple of us did end up on our bums on the way down, but we women are made of strong stuff and a bruised ass wasn’t going to stop us.

The Camino is like a metaphor for life; we get weary, we fall down, but we get back up and keep putting up foot in front of the other to get where we need to be.  And in the end perseverance wins out.

The walk through the forest was nothing short of magical….the photograph can show you in a way no words can.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.  But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.   Robert Frost

Roncesvalles Monastery just around the corner!

Fotografía del Albergue de peregrinos de Roncesvalles

We had a few worries about rolling off the edge of the bed, especially after a couple of glasses of vino!

The monastery was beautiful and it only cost 10 euro to stay here for the night.  Excellent value for money.  We managed to get beds in the new renovated part which once used to house the old youth hostel.  It was very clean and comfortable, and although we were sharing a dormitory with over 60 people, the bunks were organised into sections of four, which means it was more private than you would imagine.  But still noisy!

Each pilgrim has a locker with key and power outlet.  Our rucksacks were waiting for us and after getting showered and changed we took a wander around the area.  We were glad we had arrived early as on our way out we could see the queues of pilgrims beginning to form.

For information on staying here you can email them at : info@alberguederoncesvalles.com

Getting organised

A couple of us bumped into Daniel from the Orisson and we went with him to the pilgrim mass in the Colegiata de Santia Maria.   In the cool, serene surroundings of the church, as the boys’ choir sang like angels, (when puberty kicks in those angelic voices will be lost forever), we had a chance to sit back and be still.  At the end of the mass, the priest bestowed on us a pilgrim blessing which was very special.  After all, we need all the help we can get!   And it didn’t matter that the mass was in a language we didn’t understand.  It just added to the uniqueness of the experience.

I was so glad I didn’t miss this, which is more than can be said for the pilgrim meal!

Real Colegiata de Santa Maria de Roncesvalles per dins Rafel Miro via Compfight

We ate our pilgrim meal in the café/restaurant across the way from the monastery.  It cost 12 euro for a three course dinner.  Of course, it included wine and thank God for that, as it was the only good thing about this particular dining experience!

The place was chaotic and crowded with pilgrims.  We were there for the first sitting and the staff made no secret of the fact that they were in a rush to get us out in time for the second sitting of pilgrims.  The meal was average and the waiter told us there was no time to serve us dessert.  Well as strong, confident women, we weren’t prepared to accept that. We complained we weren’t leaving without the apple crumble which was on the menu.  Off the waiter went and we congratulated ourselves on being assertive and getting what we paid for.   Two minutes later, the waiter came back, and with a charming smile, sat a bowl of apples on our table.  He told us we  could take it or leave it…..we left it.

OK, we may not have had dessert, but at least we did have a good laugh!  And that beats taking ourselves too seriously.

The person who knows how to laugh at himself will never cease to be amused                                                Shirley McLaine

That’s another thing you need to pack for the Camino, a sense of humour, you are going to need it.

Girls….lights out!!!

Lights out in the monastery was at 10pm, but we were more than ready for bed at that stage.  This was a strict policy here and if you weren’t in,  you were locked out.  As we prepared for bed, an irate German man roared from across the dormitory at someone to shut up…..he couldn’t have meant us, could he??

On another note, I had thermal long johns with me (because I am the type of person who would be freezing in the Sahara), and I was glad of them in the monastery.  It became very cold in the middle of the night, even though it was summer.  So it is something you may want to throw into your rucksack.  Yes, I know, thermal long johns in the the middle of July, I’m a sad case!

Another piece of advice; forget about plastic bags for separating your luggage.  There was nothing worse than a bag rustler at 3am!  I swear to God the noise of it can pierce the eardrums as good as a fire alarm.  Earplugs are top of my shopping list for walking the Camino next year.

And for all you bag rustlers out there, (no names, but you know who you are) – you can buy cloth travel drawstring bag sets on Amazon and Ebay for less than £6.  And I have to say a gag would also have been useful for the whisperers in the middle of the night!

As for breakfast, I would advise you to forget about it here.  We had to queue and the service and food didn’t improve from the night before.  We would have been better off walking on to a café at the next village.

Not worth the wait!

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.                                                                   Virginia Woolf

Zubiri here we come!