June 11 – the day before starting
The trip to Saint-Jean Pied-de-Port was wonderful. I walked around in the village and felt free. Continue reading
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The trip to Saint-Jean Pied-de-Port was wonderful. I walked around in the village and felt free. Continue reading
The way to Santiago seems to have become a small community. The ramblers are already finding their place and their roles, which is funny. A lot of people have disappeared today. Others have arrived. Continue reading
Some people talk about the Camino as if it were a kind of Paris-Dakar rally, treating it as a performance and giving you technical tips on socks, equipment, and anecdotes you don’t want to hear. Continue reading
I felt a bit like Don Quixote today. We saw mills at El Perdón… Continue reading
We offered another pilgrim food and wine. Continue reading
Astorga is a nice town with a fine central square, which if I remember correctly, is not called Plazza Mayor. Continue reading
So it was time to start. Heading to Vreta. Continue reading
I got lost another couple of timeson my way to Normlösa. Continue reading
Not so warm, easyer to walk to Voxtorp. A lot of wood, no villages, a few houses. Continue reading
To Slätteryd. No entry in my diary. Continue reading