Cizur Menor (via Pamplona) to Puente La Reina – 22kms My chest infection flared up badly overnight and thinking I needed to look after myself to make it to the end, I made the difficult decision of catching a taxi a couple of kms up to Cizur Menor so that Continue Reading
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Wise Decisions
Puenta la Reina to Lorca – 13.5kms With the combination of my feet, my chest infection and utter exhaustion, I’d decided to do a much shorter day and only walk to Lorca. I’d had a lovely man from Barcelona sitting next to me at dinner the night before, so I’d Continue Reading
One Week Down
Lorca to Villamayor de Monjardin – 18kms (plus an extra 1.5kms when I discovered I had taken the “less travelled” route which would miss the wine fountain!) The heat has simply been brutal and with an expected temp of 36 degrees on the trail, from a self preservation perspective, I Continue Reading
Remembering What it Feels Like to be Human
Villamayor de Monjardin to Sansol – 19kms I think I woke up drunk on sleep. I couldn’t stop giggling at everything – Irish’s look of horror at having to be up at 6am (she’s not a morning person either), BC trying to be quiet but crashing into the ladder and Continue Reading
The Love Hate Relationship That is Logrono
Sansol to Logrono – 21kms I have determined that walking the Camino is like childbirth. You’re so caught up in the glow of this beautiful baby, that you forget the agonising pain it took to get there! Everyone who has been on the Camino shares these life-altering stories and how Continue Reading
Being Kind to Myself
Logrono to Navarette – 12kms (by taxi) My feet were still suffering so badly, I knew I couldn’t walk another day on them. I made the tough decision to take a taxi to get me to Navarette to rest them, but also allow me to continue on with BC and Continue Reading
The Joy of Friendship
Navarrette to Najera – 17kms Soooo, the plan was to be up at 6am and out the door by 6:30am. Woke up and looked at the time and it was 7:20am! Apparently BC and Irish knocked on my door and I didn’t hear a thing. That massage was better than Continue Reading
Not Counting Chickens But..Getting My Mojo
Najera to Santo Domingo de la Calzada – 21.3kms Alarm went off at 6am, waking me from one of my weird-ass dreams that involved an epidemic where people had blood streaming out their noses and all falling to the floor before turning into a Grey’s Anatomy episode. Somehow I was Continue Reading
The Camino Provides
Santo Domingo to Belorado – 23kms I know I am supposed to be all noble and everything on the Camino, but revenge felt so good this morning. The night before, we had a woman who kept coming in the room and turning the light on and would walk out and Continue Reading
She’s Here
One of the first thoughts of a rest day in Burgos was being able to share another story of Bree, maybe even two depending on how I felt emotionally. I knew then, I was making the right decision for me. So, here we go… Christmas in Sydney is hot. Like, Continue Reading