Author Archives: trawlercat

My walking day ended early so as Well arrived into town I arrived as Armand was just opening the albergue doors. The albergue across the street, which I recently dialed on the telephone by touching a phone app was my … Continue reading →

To say this day is magnificent may not yet do it justice; it’s only half way over. To quote myself on a previous day; arrive ready to party not ready for a nap or sleep. If one plans their training … Continue reading →

I found a statuette of the good guy. Another good guy depending on the correct religion

There once lived a guy from California who called himself a “good guy”. Whether this story turns out to be a fairy tale or a war story is anybody’s guess by now as I don’t yet have any idea where … Continue reading →

A little Americana history and the Camino. I recently learned that our second President John Adams walked or rode on mule back the Camino backwards. For much of the journey, Adams followed the Camino de Santiago trail across Spain with his 12 … Continue reading →

There was this guy once who attempted a thru hike of the Pacific Crest Trail in the worse snow pack year (2011) however, he learned three valuable lessons when finally coming off that mountain. 1. You always need someone to … Continue reading →

Last night was a difficult night for me. Sleep did not come as easy as in the past few days for various reasons. Please note this is our day six. For the first time since arriving in Spain we were … Continue reading →

I would easily suspect any person who would say that a day for them on the Camino was uneventful. Take for instance last evening in the town of Logroño. We casually walked into a produce store and were introduced to … Continue reading →

There aren’t many Russians walking the Camino but, on my first day I met one. He already had a sizable Camino family established. More on what constitutes a Camino family later. The Russian was wearing boots vs trail runners or … Continue reading →

Today we left the little working town of Zubiri and headed to Pamplona. About a fifteen mile walk over much more comfortable trails than the day before. What looked to me as a salt mine in the distance turned out … Continue reading →