Sept. 24
It’s 11:30 AM as I start today’s blog. I’ve already come 16 km and have less than 10 to reach Porto. I’m currently taking a break sitting on a bench looking at an old Catholic Church adjacent to a cemetery.
I just finished a snack consisting of a roll left over from last night’s dinner, some sliced cheese I’ve been carrying for several days in my Tupperware and a fresh tomato I just picked up at a fruit stand a few minutes ago.
I have 3 1/2 hours before I am meeting the woman I am renting the apartment from for the next two nights, so I am in no hurry to keep going.
Porto is a significant milestone in this journey. On the BuenCamino app I’ve been using, it ends the first portion of the trip. It also represents approximately 60% of the total distance to be traveled. That I have come this far in only two weeks suggest I certainly don’t need two more weeks to get to Santiago as I had originally envisioned so now I have some decisions to make.
The Camino family I have collected so far will be breaking up – at least temporarily. Some are finishing here in Porto; others are taking the coastal route while I will continue on the central route. The two routes merge together further down the trail, so it won’t necessarily be the last time I see those people.
And we have WhatsApp to keep in touch with each other and to share photos.
The weather, the last few days has been most pleasant each morning has been successively warmer than the previous. When I started hiking today, it was 13 which equates to roughly 56°F. It has been quite breezy, which has made it even more comfortable.
Most of the walk today has been very urban in nature. There was a brief section of a few hundred meters along an old Roman Road that was pleasant but for the most part it’s been on sidewalks and city streets. Where there are roads that parallel the main highway, the Camino takes the quieter roads, but nonetheless lots and lots of pavement.
No sooner did I write those words than I encountered a treat. I had given up all hope of getting off city streets for the next couple of days when the road surface changed to an old Roman road and started up a hill. The road became more of a path and before I knew it, I was in the most natural area I think I’ve encountered in Portugal. This went on for over 3 kilometers, eventually leading down a rocky gully on the other side of the hill and into a residential neighborhood.
I’m now just 5km from Porto and two hours from my check in appointment.
I stopped at a supermarket and bought a coke, which I’m now enjoying on a bench in the shade of a bus shelter.
I met a new guy on the trail today that I’d yet to see before. His name is Quentin and he’s from France. Unlike the rest of us, he has been camping out along the way. He said he has yet to stay in an alberge. With his hair in a mohawk of dreadlocks, his giant backpack and dirty clothes he looks much more like a PCT through-hiker than your typical pilgrim.
I’ll sign off for now and talk about Porto tomorrow.

























