El Camino de Santiago - 2017
Prolog
At the end of our flight from Spain, as we were walking from the plane to retrieve our luggage, I checked my phone for messages sent while the device was in airplane mode. There was an email informing me of the passing of Wanda Rogers. What a bitter-sweet ending to our adventure on El Camino de Santiago. Wanda and her husband, Carl, were very tightly linked. Carl passed away this spring. As we were flying home to Atlanta, Wanda was flying home to Carl.
It's partly Carls' fault that we have been hiking El Camino now. Several years ago, I visited Israel and brought back an olive branch and a bottle of olive oil for Carl. He had them framed in a shadow box and placed on the wall. He always wanted to visit the Holy Land, and as soon as his health improved, he and Wanda would go. Time went by and his health did not improve. I wondered if he really would make it to Jerusalem. Then I began to go through health issues myself: appendicitis, a bulging disk in the lower back, etc. For years, I had been interested in hiking El Camino de Santiago and I kept putting it off for one reason or another. As I became aware that Carl's declining health would probably prevent him from ever visiting the Holy Land, I realized that I could easily be in the same kind of situation with my own health, and that I should go sooner than later.
I have spent many hours with the Rogers over the years. Ostensibly I was a 'minister' to them, a "Home Teacher" in Mormon terminology. But the blessing was mine to learn from them and their long history. Besides being a father, Carl filled two very important roles in his life: first as a defender of freedom in the Korean war and the second as a teacher. His philosophy seemed aligned with Mark Twain who is quoted as saying:
"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness". Carl and Wanda loved to travel. I feel like the final lesson I learned from them was to not put off a learning opportunity such as hiking El Camino de Santiago.
So, about two years ago I started planning my trip. Generally Michelle does not accompany me when I go hiking. But as the plan began to take form, she realized there would be no sleeping on the ground. There would be no cooking over a campfire. Warm showers would be available every day and a bed every night, and there would be good Spanish food. Well, "Why should Curtis go to Spain alone?" She made up her mind to come with me.
In September of 2016 we hiked from St. Jean Pied du Port in France, over the Pyrenees and through Navarra, Spain to Logroño, on the edge inside the province of La Rioja. We covered 100 miles in 10 days.
The adventures of that hike are described elsewhere. This narrative is about El Camino in 2017.
Day 0: Atlanta to Logroño
Going there and Going Back Again
On September 5th we left Atlanta and flew overnight to Madrid, arriving in the morning. We each carried a back pack on the plane and we checked in a suitcase with clothes that we would use at the end of the trip and gifts for our hosts in Logroño and A Coruña. The suitcase also contained our collapsible hiking poles and other things that cause problems with security in some airports. Once in Madrid, we moved things out of the suitcase that we would need during the hike and then sent it to our friends, Fuco and Idoia, in A Coruña via the mail: Correos.
From Michelles' perspective:
05 Sept. Tuesday
My friend Nora drove Curtis and I to the airport. We
checked the yellow suitcase that had gifts and our boots and poles. While we were waiting at our gate we ran into
Marta Tellez and her son Michael Turner!
We met Marta shortly after we moved to Suwanee and watched her two boys (Christian and Michael) grow up into fine young men. They were
also going to Madrid and will drive all around Spain with some friends they are
meeting in Madrid. It was great to start the trip in such a fun way! Our Delta (KLM) flight left at 5:55 pm and
was an uneventful direct flight to Madrid.
We both got a little bit of sleep on the plane. As usual, I can’t sleep on a plane.
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If you've spent much time in the Barajas Airport, in
Madrid, you've probably come across this gentleman. |
To get to Logroño we had the option of taking the train or the bus. Both leave right from the airport. The train left shortly after the flight arrived. The bus left 4 or 5 hours later. We did not know how long it would take to get through customs, so from the U.S. we had bought bus tickets on the
ALSA bus line. The fortunate thing about that decision is that Correos, the Spanish Postal service had a system-wide crash and they could not process our suitcase when we first tried. If we were going on the train, we would have had to take the suitcase with us to Logroño, and delayed hiking the next day until after Correos opened. As it was, several hours later after we had a nice relaxing lunch in one of the nicer (read
expensive) airport restaurants, Correos was able to process the suitcase and we were able to stick to the plan.
For future reference,
HERE is the web site of the lounge in the Madrid airport where we could have taken a refreshing shower and a nap before traveling on to Logroño.
Our seats on the bus were the front two, which was great for taking pictures of the countryside between Madrid and Logroño. This image shows the approach to Sierra de Cebollera that forms the border between the regions of Castilla y Leon (Madrid) and La Rioja (Logroño).
As we got to the top of these mountains it was interesting to see there are poles along the road to guide snowplows. I don't associate central Spain with snow. I learned something new.
At one point I started taking video and promptly learned something else new from the bus driver: Pictures OK, Video NO. Well, alright, but it would have been fun to show the manuevers of the big bus on the narrow mountain roads.
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The splotches on the wind shield are not a problem in the Google Maps image of the approach to
Torrecilla en Cameros |
Michelle writes:
06
Sept. Wednesday
We arrived
in Madrid at 8:15 am. We found the
correos (post office) in the airport and tried to mail the yellow suitcase to
Fuco in A Coruña, but their system was down.
They told us to come back later.
We then found an electronics store in the airport where Curtis was able
to buy a SIM card and get his phone set up to work in Spain. That was a huge a relief. (We felt handicapped last year when we had to
wait until we got to Pamplona to get his phone working.) We ate lunch at a nice quiet restaurant, then
went back to the correos and were finally successful in mailing the
suitcase. Another relief because we did
not want to be dragging that suitcase along with our packs to Logroño!
We found
where we were to wait for our bus to Logroño and then sat and read or slept
until it came at 3:15 pm. The
transportation system in Spain is very organized and on time. You only have 5 – 10 minutes to get on or you
will miss your bus!
We took the
Alsa Premium bus to Logroño. What a nice
bus! It was much more comfortable than
the airplane. Wider seats, more leg
room. They even gave us a snack! We sat in the front 2 seats and had a great
view out the big front window. It was a
4 hour reide and it went through some beautiful contry – especially going over
the mountains. The highways we drove on
were the E90/A2 to Soria and the N111 into Logroño.
We arrived
right on time at 7:15 pm. Mailu and her
son Jorge met us at the bus station.
I must interrupt Michelle here and explain a little about Mailu. We fell in love with Logroño last year, mostly because of new friends Mailu and Javier, and Asun. We worshiped with them on Sunday at the end of our trek last year. Then we were invited to stay the night with Javier and Mailu - and the next, and enjoy the festival being celebrated in Logroño that week.
Kevin Pack, another new friend that we would meet later on the Camino wrote about these kinds of friendships this way:
"I met a man named Curtis Whetten from Georgia who was walking the Camino De Santiago with his wife. As we spoke, we discovered that we had many friends in common back in Georgia. It made me think about one of the great blessings of being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ. Because of my membership in the Church, I have friends literally throughout the world, wherever I go. Paul's words to the Ephesians indeed rang true to me that day...."Now therefore ye are no more strangers and foreigners, but fellow citizens with the saints, and of the household of God; And are built upon the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Jesus Christ himself being the chief corner stone." (Ephesians 2:19-20)
I am grateful to belong to The Church of Jesus Christ, built upon a foundation of apostles and prophets, with Christ himself as the chief cornerstone."
As I ponder his words and think about worshipping in Japan, South Korea, the Philippines, Singapore and Malaysia I must agree. I made instant friends in all of those places.
Michelle continues:
They took us to our hotel and then we walked
downtown until we could eat dinner – the restaurant Mailu recommended didn't serve dinner until 9 pm. We ate food that is typical of the La Rioja
region. I had a thin steak and Curtis
had halibut. Then they drove us by their
new church building and dropped us off at our hotel, the NH Hotel. That was a very nice hotel and we slept
really well – we were so tired.
Well, it's a good thing Michelle kept a journal because I totally forgot to mention the sim card for the phone. That was crucial for making arrangements for places to stay, for arranging transportation, for keeping track of where we were, for emergencies (none occurred), etc. Last year we used Vodafone. This year we used Orange. There were other lesser-known plans being sold at the airport. I'm glad we passed on the first opportunities because they were way over-priced. As it was, had we gone into Madrid, we could have found a less expensive plan but I did not want the trouble.
Day 1: Logroño to Ventosa
Michelle writes:
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Sept. Thursday
We slept
until 8:00 am, ate breakfast at 9:00 am and started walking at 9:45 am. We walked trough a beautiful park (Deportivo)
that is big and very popular with walkers and bikers. We stopped for a short rest at a park by a
little lake. There were lots of other
pilgrims with us. We took a break and
had a snack in Navarrete. Navarrete is a
nice town with a cathedral that looks pretty normal on the outside, but was
very beautiful and ornate on the inside – lots of bright shiny gold.
The Camino
took us through more vineyards and olive groves. There were very few hills. We stopped for the day in Ventosa at the
Albergue San Saturnino. It is a very
nice place and most of our fellow pilgrims are from Germany or Italy. There were only 4 of us here that spoke
English: an Irish woman, an American woman and Curtis and I.
My bunkmate
was a woman from Italy, Laura. There was
only one other woman in our room. The
rest were men, 4 or 5 of them. One of
them was an amazing snorer. He could
snore in any position he slept in, and loudly!
Curtis was in a different room and had his own set of really good
snorers! I didn’t get a lot of sleep
that night! We ate dinner and then
walked around this nice little town. We
walked up to the cathedral and got some nice pictures. (It seems that the churches are almost always
at the top of a hill.)
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| "This is like a walk in the park..." literally |
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| Water is readily available in every village along the trail. |
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Michelle tells the story much faster than I can keep up with the pictures, so here is what she was writing about:
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| Just outside of Logroño we meet Cathy for the first time. |
As the Camino leaves town, it passes through beautiful vineyards - and the grapes are ripe.
We meet lots of people every day. Most we never see again - because most people hike faster than we do. On this first day, we met Cathy from Seattle. She walks slower than we do because of knee problems. We slowed down to walk with her for awhile because we have things in common that we enjoy talking about. Eventually she says something to the effect of "go on ahead, I'll catch you later" which could be a sweet way of saying: "you're walking too fast for me; don't let me slow you down." I know because I've said that to other faster walkers. I did not expect to see Cathy again.
Over the hill from Logroño is Navarrete, a charming little town built on a hill.
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Navarrete in the distance
These hikers are passing us. They started earlier in the morning than we did, from a town on the other side of Logroño. |
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| Narrow lanes are normal in the old part of town. |
Modern development has left this side of Navarrete relatively untouched, perhaps because the big city is so close. Consequently we get to see the stone buildings and cobbled streets as they've been for many years. At the plaza across from the church we found a pub and stopped to rest and for 2nd breakfast... or maybe it was Elevensies.
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| On a hot day, fountains like this were very refreshing |
This is the little plaza adjacent the church where we ate. It's interesting how prolific the stonework is in these old villages. I am used to asphalt streets, concrete sidewalks or brick pavers and grass.
Naturally, I like the look of green grass... but where that's not feasible, this kind of stonework keeps it interesting.
Some towns are nicer to pilgrims than others. Navarrete is particularly nice as is evidenced by these markers placed in the roadway close enough to each other for the pilgrem to easily find his way through town.
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| We never tried any of these grapes, although they looked tempting. Last year I saw one pilgrim eating grapes, like these, right off the vine. On this trip I did not notice any pilgrims taking any food from the adjacent fields. |
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| Young Spanish Olives |
It's not too clear in this picture, but with a little imagination you can see a town on a rise beyond the fields, but in front of the mountain. At this point we thought that was our destination, Ventosa. But, no... that is Sotés, and our town is more to the right. I particularly enjoy using Google Maps to see the view from above in Satellite mode. To see this exact spot in Google Maps, click
HERE - Take me there!
Did you go there? Did you drag the little yellow man-shaped icon onto the road to see the street view? Did you advance down the road until you saw the next yellow arrow indicating the road to Santiago?
Nearly all of my pictures have the coordinates embedded in the metadata of the file, so if you ever want me to tell you where the picture was taken from, just let me know.
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| Ventosa, with the church on top of the hill, can be seen on the right side of this image. |
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| Curtis waiving from the entrance to Albergue San Saturnino |
We were the last guest to be received at Albergue San Saturnino - I think - because we got assigned to adjacent rooms that each only had one bed to be filled. My bunk room was filled with a group of friends that had accumulated over days on the trail. One was from the US, one from Italy, one from Holland, a couple from Germany, and a lady from Belgium. 'Camino Families' come together over shared bunk rooms, then shared meals and shared sections of trail. It's understood that everyone hikes their own camino, so if you want to go slower or faster than your friends in the group, that's ok. If you are slow, you can expect to meet new friends coming behind you. If you are fast, you can look forward to meeting new friends ahead. Loyalty to your 'camino family' is not expected.
Now let me tell you a little about the albergue. It seems to be run by a religious order in the Catholic Church. I appreciated the sense of decorum with which they did things. A couple of examples are: in the morning we were woken by a soft recording of Gregorian chants; the reading material in the lounge was spiritually uplifting; the guests were treated as pilgrims, not tourists.
A good albergue has small bunk rooms (not 20 people in one room) and a decent ratio of laundry facilities and bathroom facilities per number of bunks. At San Saturnino, the bathrooms for the men were on one floor and the women on another. The mens room consisted of a row of 3 shower stalls opposite a row of three toilet stalls, and then at the end of the corridor formed by these rows of stalls was a section of sinks and mirrors. The toilet stalls had short doors. The shower stalls had 2 sets of curtains that allowed for a space to undress or dress in clean clothes without getting wet. The most frustrating thing about most of the showers at the albergues is there are no shelves to hold your body soap, shampoo, conditioner, facial soap, etc. Having experienced this problem last year, I found a solution for this trip. At LL Bean I came across some rubber coated wires that I could form into an S-shape. One end holds a net-bag with my cleansers, and the other is shaped to hang over the curtain rod or the piping to the valves.
The laundry at San Saturnino was a little overwhelmed and the clothes lines too short. We were fortunate to get our clothes dry before going to bed. Well, maybe the wool socks weren't completely dry. We took no cotton so that our clothes would dry quickly.
One last good point about this albergue: the bunks were solid wood, not metal, thus much quieter.
After checking in, showering and doing the laundry, it was time to eat. "Ensalada Mixta" (salad) was my most common 1st entre of the evening meal, and sometimes the only entre. Every such salad has lettuce and tomato and albacore (like tuna), with a garnish of olive oil and vinegar. From that common core all the salads had additional ingredients that varied. Most often there were 2 or 3 long spears of pickled asparagus, olives, shredded carrots, sometimes kernals of corn, sometimes shredded pickled beats, sometimes cheese, often a sliced boiled egg. And, of course, with every meal there is wonderful healthy bread.
After dinner, we walked around the town. We went to the church at the top of the hill and were suprised with the peacefulness there and the view.
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| Michelle at the pilgrim fountain adjacent Iglesia San Saturnino |
This peaceful setting was not to be wasted: at least one pilgrim slept in a tent on a flat section of this lawn.
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| This picture was taken on the patio at the entrance to the Church. |
As we contiued to explore the little town we came across an excellent view of the Church. I ran back and waved from the patio above. Can you see me by the corner of the Church in the image below?
How interesting that we WALK around the town to relax after dinner. As you can see in the image, the shadows are gettting long. By the time we made it back to our rooms, there were people trying to sleep. Thus ended our first day of the second section of the Camino de Santiago.
Select "Newer Post" below to read about what happened the next day.
Leave your boots at the window as you come up the stairs, and your poles too.
