El Burgo Ranereo – Mansilla de las Mulas We rise early, Pam is feeling fine again and our bags are mostly packed from the night before. The sun is nowhere near rising by the time we leave the hotel and make our way through town. The streetlights in this town are movement sensitive and only…
Carrion de Los Condes – Calzadilla de la Cueza Mick woke with his knee feeling as bad as it has been, but he was determined to forge ahead. We had a later start than we wanted but still had a quick breakfast at the motel and made our way out of town by about 8am.…
Fromista to Carrion de los Condes I wake in the morning late, my left knee has no pain. Not until I stand up and the knives reinsert themselves and twist deep counterclockwise. I call a rest day, Pam, who is quite concerned by now, agrees and we call ahead to the hotel we had planned…
Castrojeriz to Fromista A decent nights sleep restores good humour like nothing else and Pam and I are feeling energised and happy with ourselves, each other and the world as we make our way through Castrojeriz in the cool early morning air. We are not late, we are not early, we are right on time…
The decision to have a few shorter walking days, and the rest day in Burgos has proved to be a great one. Mick takes off like a bullet from Hornillos and I can’t keep up with him for most of the day. I tell him not to wait for me, I know the joy of…
I wake pain-free for the first time in years, literally years. My right knee feels strong, my left knee is on the mend and I can walk down stairs again, my toe pain gone. Hallelujah…..The Algae Fountain Pergrinos in Villambistia is working its magic and I feel strong…..bet Pam is cursing she didn’t stick her…
I awake in the middle of the night in pain. An old martial arts training injury has flared up and the joint between the phalange and metacarpal on my right big toe is inflamed. Even the weight of a sheet pressing on my toe tip sends daggers of paid shooting up my leg. My diagnosis…
Najera to Santo Domingo de la Calzada I wake with my left knee throbbing. There is a trigger point nearly as large as a 20 cent sphere lodged in the tendons beside my knee cap. We pack our bags and head out of our room, hmmmm I can only walk down the stairs one at…
An unfortunate side effect of walking long distances over rough terrain is that by the time we arrive at our destination we find ourselves so exhausted that writing feels like climbing yet another mountain. Forgive us gentle reader and pour a glass of Vino Blanco (white wine) or the beverage of your choice, sit back…
We leave our hotel and walk towards Old Pamplona’s Main Street, the square of drunks bare at 7:00 am. Breakfast is fruit in the Parque de la Taconera, the sun yet to rise. We stride out into the new day glad to be walking again. The Camino is exceptionally well signed and making our way…
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