They say that Madrid is a city that never sleeps. As Mac & I made our way down the Calle Atocha, at 6 am, this morning, we witnessed hordes of young people, in all manner of states – euphoric, exhausted, noisy and boisterous – unthreatening. I was even more glad for the double strength windows in our hotel room, which overlooked this popular thoroughfare – didn’t hear a thing. A final glass of Pacharan , in the hotel bar ,may have helped. Less than 24 hours in this great, capital city, but time enough to enjoy the lively area around us, especially, Plaza Sta Ana. Returning , we came across a dramatic sculpture, recognising the fate of 35 citizens, assassinated, during the civil war. A sobering sight. The journey home was smooth enough, having navigated the Madrid Metro system, to reach Barajas Airport, in time for a final Desayuno.
I was relieved to finish this section of the Camino, mainly because a lot of family and friends had been so generous with their sponsorship.Muchas Gracias. This section of the Via de la Plata, from Caceres to Zamora ( particularly after wet weather ) , is challenging in different ways – long stretches without any place of refreshment. Few places to sit down and take a break; except for the ground, and after entering Castille y Leon, wide ranges of monotonous landscape – mainly cereals and grazing. Even the snow- capped mountains were soon left behind. Apart from the many Spings and stretches of floodwater, the surfaces were good to the feet ( fine grit & sand ) and the Camino, well signposted. Of course, my view could have been clouded by the days of miserable weather . However, I should not recommend it for first-timers. Compensations came by way of the companionship of other pilgrims and the gracious, friendly welcome received in bars, cafes and places we stayed.
The Via de la Plata has brought some investment and revitalisation, to some of these lonely Pueblos , with locals offering accommodation in restored houses and farms – highly recommended as essential alternatives ( for me ), to Albergues, which can be found there , too.
The government, with EU help, has improved the road infrastructure and high speed train lines are bring built.These are breathtaking constructions .
The history of the Camino and the dedicated sites, especial to St James and his devoted Pelegrinos, are well represented along the way and in different forms.
“Walking the Camino you can make yourself miserable or strong. But the amount of walking will be still the same.” That was a quotation, I found, somewhere and was very appropriate for this Camino. There is also another, Spanish ,saying, which goes some way to describing the attitude of pilgrims, both to those who look after them, feed and direct them… and to each other :-
– “El peregrino no exige , agradece. ”
There are moments and times when I should have reminded myself of that and what a privilege it was, nevertheless , to walk this Way.
Translation – A pilgrim doesn´t demand , he´s grateful.
Amen to that !
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That embrocation was most effective ; apply three times a day. No problems with feet or boots.I underestimated the unseasonable weather, but the Poncho was a boon on the cold, wet stretch from Cubo de la Tierra del Vino to Villenueva de Campean. There were very few cafes on any of the stages,but when we did find one, the welcome was always warm. This little place, newly established and not yet in any of the guide books, was a case in point. Tea and cakes , in a beautiful setting.
World Heritage Site; the City of Salamanca has a horde of archeological, historical & cultural sites. The Peggy Sue restaurant is not one of them, but as a lifelong Buddy Holly fan, a photo was irresistible! We did not eat there, but wanting a change from Menu del Dia, we chose a Persian restaurant, and were not disappointed. However,there are new styles of eating, apart from the traditional. We tried JarraMania, opposite our hotel entrance, where you write your order on a list, from a selection of countless Montaditos. We tried two each and a Jarra of Tinto Verano, for € 3.00 . Inexpensive and a third of what you would pay on the adjacent Plaza Mayor. That’s not to say we didn’t succumb to the charms of that wonderful square, especially as our hotel room balcony overlooked it.
Still, I am getting ahead of myself.We arrived here, yesterday, after a 25 KM walk from San Pedro de Rozados, across Castillian meadows mainly, until we reached the city outskirts, where we came across a huge cross and a notice board commemorating the battle of Arapiles, July 22nd, 1812,where Wellington inflicted a defeat on the French forces. The cross is not linked to the battle, it pays tribute to all Pelegrinos.




Looking down at St Pedro de Rozas, today, after our walk from Fuenterrobe. Cuckoos calling and the “odd” Sweet Pea to note. The breeze was still pretty cool and out of the sun, chilly. All of which is a massive improvement on Rain & grey skies.
This bridge , near a huge pig farm, is the halfway point from Seville to Santiago de Compostela, depending on which of the three possible ways you can take, from Zamora; but that’s a decision for the future. The stream, possibly a more auspicious sight than the ” cerdos negros”but I thought you might like to see them, anyway.
Our accommodation, VII, Carreras, is a focal, tourist point especially for Pelegrinos. They had an impressive array of Tapas, for lunch. Out of respect for the aforementioned swine, we passed on the pigs’ lips, a local delicacy, rather like pork scratchings.
Tomorrow, we have 25 KM to walk to Salamanca, where we have a rest day, till Tuesday.
Hope I am not as stiff as the ” Tin Man”; we haven’t met Dorothy or the Cowardly Lion……yet! Utreia.
Maria cooked us a great dinner, Norway, Spain and Holland, together; Maria , after much prompting, showed us a portfolio of her paintings of the locality – Naive Art, the unskewed eye; they were lovely and I would have bought one but for the impossibility of getting it back safely, in a rucksack.


When you go two or three days on the Camino, without Blogging, it’s only the photos that bring things back! Hopefully, I can capture some of the places as we moved on.
We walked through the walled town of Galisteo, over the bridge, stopping to admire the the Stork’s nest.( see above…literally ).
We received friendly welcomes, advice from everyone , although I did do some research about our route to Aldeanueva because of possible flooding. So we chose an alternative route on a side road and we’re glad that we had, when we met our French compadre, who had gone the traditional route, wading up to his thighs and losing his phone, after taking a tumble; he was shaken up , but determined to continue, nevertheless. After borrowing my phone, to contact his next Albergue, we bade him” Buen Camino”. Mac was really concerned for him, but… What can you do?




Tuesday as forecasted, shocking weather for walkers…long debates amongst pelegrinos about how to or what to do, in our hostel. Anyway, we decided that a daylong soaking, notwithstanding our state of the art rainwear , was not feasible. We got great help from the owner and he gave us a timetable, involving two buses, in & out of Plasencia, to get to Camping Catalinas, our pre- booked accommodation.
We were unsurprised to be joined by other Pelegrinos of a similar disposition.


We had a smooth flight to Madrid and got a courtesy bus to T4 ,at the huge Barajas airport, where we took the Cercanias train to the bus station – 31 minutes, leaving time for a sandwich, before taking the bus to Caceres. This was a long, in time , journey, stopping at three towns, en route, the last being Trujillo, which looked like a must visit destination. Our accommodation in Casar de Caceres was good and we made tracks to the local restaurant, for a late meal, watching Barcelona being beaten by Valencia – a result which seemed to please the locals, watching.
We set off on a bright morning, after breakfast at Jorge’s cafe, speciality, Churros, but I had cheese and bacon toastie ! Mist was burning off the valley as we progressed a well marked path. Wild flowers and clumps of Lavender decorated the hedges, fields of cattle and sheep. Quite uneventful until we came to a diversion, made necessary by the construction a high speed rail links, from Madrid to the Portuguese border.
Even more impressive was this bridge crossing one of several rivers, feeding the Embalse.
Just after this point, the Camino combined with a local River Tajo GR route and weaved up and down the hills bordering the dam. There were fine views , but it was very difficult underfoot and we were relieved to be directed to walk alongside the N360, which carried very little traffic.
Eventually we reached Canaveral, where we were booked in to a wonderful, private hostal, in an old , renovated building, overlooking a small, Ollve Grove, chickens free- ranging, Lemon Trees in full fruit. Rightly popular , so much so, that Mac was asked to pick up a free bed in our suite, to transfer to a dorm, upstairs,in order to accommodate a late arrival.
We met some very interesting characters over a tasty € 8.00 dinner, with wine. Some very interesting stories about the renaissance of the Pilgrim routes in Spain and the fact that the ubiquitous yellow shell, on a blue background ,was part of the deal with the EU, to subsidise the stone way markers, an aspect of an overall plan to give Spain a fresh, post- democracy look. ( see first photo ).
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When I decided to raise funds for Cancer Research, I didn’t have any more motivation than to make a small contribution to an organisation that helps develop newer and better treatments for cancer; such as the “keyhole” surgery that helped to prolong my life. It was my daughter, Hannah’s suggestion to make an appeal through the “Just Giving” website and it was their suggestion to set a target – we chose £1000.00!



Well, the training walks have been going well; averaged just over 11 minutes per kilometre, on the last two.But need to bear in mind that these are only 6-7 mile long, albeit with rucksack at 10 Kg. On Caminos, we try to keep to 12 minute Kms, which loosely means 3 miles an hour. We have what we call a” bag break”, every hour and a longer break, ideally at a bar, every two hours or so. My fellow Pelegrino,Mac, is forever telling me that break is not a break without a….of some kind.



It has been great to spend time, recently with my children and the grandchildren, farm visits and mealtimes…As rbrault wrote in his blog spot” Enjoy the little things,for one day you may look back and realise they were the big things”
Finally, have my last physio session, shortly, trying to shake off a niggly calf problem,I was reminded of a quotation from Kenji Miyuzawa, ” we must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey”; well, Kenji, I shall be embracing Ibruprofen on my next walk.
