Belorado to San Juan de Ortega

Day Twenty Eight. 26.6 K., 16.5 Mi.

Written on May 27, 2014.

The above distances are what Vern and Angel walked. When I woke up at the Albergue I was not feeling well. At breakfast all I felt like having was tea. Thanks Angel for bringing it to my bed! I started walking with every intention of getting to San Juan de Ortega.

An ancient Hermitage on the way to Villafranca de Oca.

Vern and Angel were already in Villafranca de Oca taking a break with Sonja and Izzy when I arrived. By this time I was not feeling much better. Several people started telling me that Sonja, Izzy, and Monica, among others, were going to take the bus. Angel and Vern suggested that I follow them to the bus stop and go ahead to San Juan de Ortega to take care of myself. As I was walking up the road toward the bus stop I became sick on the side of the road….thanks Sonja, Izzy, and everyone who helped me at that moment!

When the bus arrived Monica was speaking to the driver. Monica lives in Guatemala and speaks fluent Spanish. She told me that the bus does not go to San Juan de Ortega but somewhere in between there and the next Camino village.

I sat back and was very grateful that I would be getting off the bus with Monica….not really sure where that would be. When the bus stopped only Monica and I got off, everyone else was going to Burgos. We were not even in a village, we were left in front of a few structures. Monica listened carefully and heard voices. She walked toward a couple unloading their car. She spoke with them for a few minutes with a lot of pointing and and head nodding. I heard them say that there were no taxis in the area and no way to get to Ages, the closest village to them. San Juan de Ortega was at least 7K from them, Ages only 2K. I just said to myself, “I am safe and I'm with Monica”. The woman motioned for us to follow her. She pointed down a dirt road in the middle of fields. Monica and I walked at least a mile until we reached Ages.

Ages, Spain.

A church on a hill on the way to Ages.
When we reached the Albergue in Ages Monica got in line to check into the Albergue. She decided to stay there. I was still comtemplating how I was going to get to San Juan de Ortega. I had the phone number for the Casa Rural that we had reservations at. Monica was kind enough to speak to the owner when he answered. Within ten minutes I had a ride to San Juan de Ortega. Today I walked 9.4 miles.
An Angel named Monica!
 
 

 

 

Villamayor de Monjardin To Torres del Rio

Day Twenty Three. 21.1 K., 13.1 Mi.

Written on May 22, 2014.

We stayed in a very rustic Albergue. When Vern, Angel, and I arrived we were directed to go to the top of the stairs. There were four beds in the room. Later in the day Yumi from New York joined us.

Vern laying in bed in our “penthouse”.

As the other Pilgrims arrived at breakfast and started gathering their backpacks we noticed that today Barbara from Australia was wearing a dress. Her comment was, “Sometimes you just have to walk in a frock”.

Barbara in her frock.

The sky this morning is beautiful. The surrounding area is a mixture of mountains, pasture, ancient ruins, and wildflowers.

A wonderful climate and sky for walking!

More and more Pilgrims were passing us on our way to Torres del Rio today. It was no surprise that the Albergues were filling up. We were told that there was a room for three available. We waited for the Hospitaliero to have a moment to show us the room. When he motioned for us to follow him we couldn't believe that we were walking away from the Albergue. Just down the street was a brand new hotel. We were able to have two rooms for the price of one. The added bonus: a hot tub!

Nancy, Vern, Fernando, Izzy, and Sonja. Angel is relaxing in the tub but “out of sight”.

 

Muxia to Home. Day Seven

Written on July 18, 2012.

It’s a travel day. During “travel mode” I find that I turn my will and my life over to the care of the unknown:). Lisa, Vern, and I leave on a shuttle from the hotel. As the driver was helping us unload our backpacks he noticed the scallop shell hanging on my bag. In Spanish he said, “I have walked the Camino de Santiago 3 times”. His smile was so big and bright that I knew that he was happy to share, just for a moment, that he too was a Pilgrim.

Lisa had an earlier flight and was leaving from a different terminal than us. We had time to relax, have a snack, and update the blog.

Our plane to the first stop in the U.S., Miami.

This is the monitor that we watched in Madrid.

Arriving in Miami after clearing Customs and Passport Control.

I love this floor at the Miami airport.

By the time we arrived at the CitiGarden┬áHotel near the San Francisco Airport it was 1:30 a.m. We needed sleep more than we needed food. This is a great hotel near the airport that provides free shuttle service between the hours of 4:14 a.m. to 12:44 a.m. The CitiGarden also has a park’n fly program. The website is: citigardenhotel.com. I feel that this hotel is one of the best kept secrets in the Bay Area.

Moissac to Auvillar

Day Twenty Seven. 11.8 Miles, 19 Kilometers.

Written on May 16, 2012.

Today when we left Moissac we walked at least nine miles along a canal. It was wonderful to not be walking uphill right away.

As we were taking a break a group of Pilgrims started to walk by. We recognized Marie and spent time visiting with her and the group she had been walking with.

Pictured: The Moissac Canal.
Pictured: Annie, Brigitte, Vern, and Bernard.
It was good to see our friends again before they return home.
Pictured: A creative sign in front of a Gite in Espalais.
Pictured: Vern under the clock tower in Auvillar.
When we arrived in Auvillar I wanted to charge my iPad so I could download pictures and create a posting. Vern went to pull the charger and adapter out of the bag and it was not there. I could see panic on his face. It was not worth getting upset about so I told him that I would call Beatrice to find out if it was at the Gite in Moissac. It was there and she agreed to mail it to us when I could figure out what village we would be in several days from then.
Vern would not rest until he found a faster way to get the charger. We went to the nearest hotel to get information about transport service. At that moment a transporter was going to pick up luggage in Moissac and bring it to Auvillar. The arrangements were made and we were told to come back at 8:00 p.m. to pick up the charger. When we returned to the hotel the bill was for 80 Euros. The manager at the hotel could not believe the charge. She said that she would contest it with the driver’s boss and email us if there was a refund due to us. Of all the different possible situations in life and on a Pilgrimage we feel fortunate that we have our health, the ability to walk, and the ability to not label a situation good or bad.