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My Camino: Day 9 – I’ve Got This Itch
Faithful readers will know that before I took off for my Spanish Schlep, I did some Camino grooming – getting my hair done, a pedicure, and a waxing – like the Full Monty or as I call it, the Telly Savalas. Yeah, a tad pervy but – pristine for my plans to walk some 500 miles across Spain. So here I am on Day 9 and wouldn’t you know it – the Camino had me by the short hairs! The nibs are starting to rub. Any woman who has ever waxed or shaved knows how irritating that is (for you guys, it’s like that 3 day-old beard it itches like…
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My Camino: Day 8 – There Are No Shortcuts
Who had “She’ll get lost on Day 8?” I had made a deal with myself today – promising a light, easy, take it slow, and relaxing day. I really needed it. Yesterday’s 17 mile march was too much – I mean, I’ve signed up to walk The Camino not the army. And to be honest, it’s felt like I’ve enrolled in the army lately. I’ve been marching like I’m going off to war – not totally giving myself the opportunity to enjoy the Spanish Schlep. So this morning I slept in until eight and set off on an easy 10 mile walk from Logrono to the small village of Ventosa.…
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My Camino: Day 7 – The Bulls are Running
I had something to prove today. As I hobbled into Los Arcos yesterday familiar pilgrims offered their kind words, concerns, and doubt – AND this was after my hilltop rubdown. My feet were dying as I struggled with four blisters – and the six days of non-stop walking since I started my Camino in St Jean Pied de Port were really destroying the balls of my feet. My legs were as hard as rocks and every time I sat down, excruciating pain shot through my thighs when I stood up. I was a mess – which, for someone nearly 60 is nothing to be proud of. But c’mon, why were…
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My Camino: Day 6 – Free Wine and a Hilltop Rubdown
There’s nothing like the promise of free wine to get me up and out of bed and back on the Camino de Santiago. I’m not going to lie, It’s been a rough couple of days. My feet are a disaster; I’ve got three known blusters and more are on the way. My right big toe is looking dodgy, I’m pretty sure I’m going to lose that toenail, and then there are my thunder thighs – there’s an epic storm brewing under my skin. My muscles seize up the minute I sit to have a snack, drink or pee. I’m walking like a hobbit and not the cute ones – more…
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My Camino: Day 5 – Mutiny on the Mountain
These pious pilgrims wanted revenge.
