Category: Trail Blog

Once I arrive in Portugal, I hope to provide daily progress of my journey to Santiago de Compostela.

  • The Pilgrims Meal

    The Pilgrims Meal

    Part of the donativo experience is a shared meal prepared by the hospitalero (host). 

    Paulo, our host, with the aid of several of the French people staying here, made our dinner tonight.  A simple meal of a rice & chicken casserole, tossed green salad, bread and wine.  There was lots of everything and a special sponge cake-like dessert.  With dessert, Paulo brought out some homemade orange liqueur made from trees on the property. 

    It was a lovely evening.  Of the 13 of us staying here five speak French almost exclusively, two only spanish.  Five of us converse in English (Dan-New Zealand, Meelis-Estonia, Marsa-Croatia, Ida-Denmark & me).  Then there’s Lena:  born in France, lives on the British Isle of Jersey and married to a Portuguese.  She is able to communicate with everyone and helps keep the conversation going. 

  • Day 11 – Sernadelo to Agueda

    Day 11 – Sernadelo to Agueda

    Sept 21

    Last night was such an enjoyable evening.  A few of us went to the supermarket and each bought a bottle of wine and a snack.  We then went back to the alberge and invited others to join us.  We ended up with 10 people sharing 5 bottles.  Together, we represented nine different countries.

    After our social hour, six of us walked to a nearby restaurant. The town we were staying in, is famous for roasted suckling pig, and several of us decided to try it out. It was quite good. More bottles of wine were had and it was a very, very enjoyable evening.

    This morning the temperature felt markedly cooler and for the first time I hiked wearing a jacket. I was one of the first ones out, although not terribly early since today was only a 25 km hike. 

    The route was somewhat boring today.  Most of it on paved roads going through a combination of industrial zones and residential neighborhoods.  Perhaps because it was Sunday, it was challenging to find a place to stop for coffee and I was 17 km into my walk before I found a place. Before I had finished my coffee, I was joined by Nicos,  Lena and Meelis. All of us were heading to the same alberge in the next town down the road.

    Our alberge this evening is charming. I met a group of bicyclists from Brazil and now have met people from every inhabitanted continent on the planet. 

    Several of us decided to utilize the kitchen in the alberge and as I’m typing this, I am cooking up spaghetti.  All the ingredients for dinner for four, including spaghetti, a loaf of bread a tossed green salad and a bottle of wine came to €12. 

    I made due with a tiny kitchen and spices I had to identify by smell and whipped up the spaghetti.  The ultimate compliment was when Nicos, the Italian, asked for seconds and said it was really good.

  • Day 10 – Coimbra to Sernadelo

    Day 10 – Coimbra to Sernadelo

    Sept 20

    I did end up having a room to myself last night and had a luxurious night of sleep thanks to my eye mask and earplugs, which blocked out the festivities going on outside my window.

    I woke up about 6 AM feeling refreshed and very slowly started getting ready for the day.  I realized I had less than 130 km to get to Porto. The next major city along the route. Most of the travel guides had that broken into five segments averaging roughly 25 km a day I thought about trying to do it in four days (33 kilometers a day), but the locations of accommodations didn’t align.  So today I started off for Sernadelo. 

    I have to admit I was very tired yesterday on my Uber ride into town and wasn’t paying great attention. In the morning, I looked at the map and it looked as if I needed to cross the river to head out of town. I started down the hill in a foggy mist and started off across the bridge. About mid span a guy with hiking poles and a white ball cap was heading the other way. It was Meelis!  He said “do you know you’re going the wrong way?“

    Sure enough in my foggy state the day before I hadn’t realized that I’d already crossed the river and needed to be heading in the opposite direction. The Camino does provide and in this case it was a friendly face to point me in the right direction before I had gone too far out of my way.

    We walked along the river walk for a couple of kilometers and the city quickly gave way to cornfields.  Harvest was beginning and lots of people were pulling over to the side of the road with big bushel baskets to pick the corn.

    We caught up with Dan who stayed at the monastery with Meelis the night before.

    The hike today was uneventful. Lots of small villages to pass through interspersed with service roads through agricultural land and forests.

    Tonight’s accommodation is the pilgrim-only alberge Residencial Hilario. I’m staying in the 12-bed dormitory.

    The dormitory is beginning to fill up with guests from France, Australia, Estonia, UK, Slovenia and me as the only Yank so far.

    Not a photo heavy day today…

  • Day 9 – Sept 19 – Alvorge to Coimbra

    Day 9 – Sept 19 – Alvorge to Coimbra

    Last night’s hostel wasn’t the quietest of accommodations. Karen, the Austrian, left at four this morning and was extremely stealthy getting out the door. I can’t say the same for others who began wrestling around sometime between 430 and five. By 530. I decided there was no more sleep to be had and got up.

    I took my belongings out to the terrace so I could pack without disturbing the few remaining sleepers. Sherry and John were out packing up at the same time as well. 

    With the aid of my headlamp, I headed out of town and down fairly steep rocky gully that was the exit from Alvorge. 

    Today is supposed to be the last day of the heat wave but like yesterday there are some scattered clouds and so far the sun has yet to really become an issue.  As I’m typing this segment, it’s nearing 10 AM and I’m stopping for my 15 km break. 

    I always carry two water bottles with me and left Alvorge with both full. I drained the first as I was entering the small village of Zambujal.  I decided to go into town to look for a Mercado or a bar where I could buy some additional water. Just, as I rounded the corner into town, there was a public fountain. The Camino provides! 

    Another 6.7 km from where I’m currently resting is an ancient Roman city called Coninbriga.  There is a museum there and ruins that you can tour. I am going to make a detour and visit them.

    My goal for today is to make it to Coimbra, where most of my friends are also planning to be tonight. At nearly 40 km from my starting point, I plan to take a bus or an Uber once I get to mid afternoon. 25K for the day is plenty for me.

    The ruins of Coninbriga were amazing.   22 Centuries old and yet mosaic tile floors were still intact in many places.  The adjacent museum had interesting displays of the various relics found on site. 

    I walked another 4km past the ruins, but my energy was simply tapping out.  I’m really looking forward to the dramatic shift in the forecast starting tomorrow.  

    Hopping into my Uber ride was a bit of a shock after moving at a walking speed for days.  We were going so FAST.  I peaked over at the speedometer but we were just doing the posted speed.  It’s funny how you adjust to a new pace.