Two New Hampshire girls hike the 500-mile Camino de Santiago to raise money for women around the world.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Day Forty-Three: Santiago to Negreira. April 24, 2013

Distance: 21 kilometers (13.04 miles) with perhaps 250 meters (800 feet) of elevation gain.

I'm guessing on that elevation gain, since I didn't buy the Brierley guide for the path to Finisterre. All I have is the free print-out from the Galicia tourist office in Santiago. The print-out has a list of general landmarks with kilometer flagpoints from Santiago to Finisterre and Muxia. That, along with those ever-present yellow arrows, has thus far proved sufficient.

I worried about finding the way out of Santiago this morning, but I needn't have fretted...the way begins in front of the Cathedral and goes down the street in front of the Parador (if you're standing in the arch, the path is just in front of you...straight ahead in the picture below)...



Sage spotted two familiar faces while I was taking this picture. Becca and Rachael from England were standing by the Parador, talking to two other pilgrims. We said hello to them and wished them a safe journey home before we continued out of the city.



Yellow arrows and Camino shells showed the way, just as they had from SJPP to Santiago.



'Twas a difficult day in terms of temperature. The sun was out and the mercury climbed...highs were in the the 70s...thankfully, the route from Santiago to Negreira was mostly shaded.

Woods and not-so-ancient towns...










Beautiful medieval bridge by Pontemaceira...


We went back into the woods, into Barca, then Negreira.
Negreira's a decent-sized town with modern buildings. We met a nice man named Craig at the outdoor display map right at the entrance...he knew me from our blog and he introduced himself. He's a kind fellow and I hope we see more of him during the next few days.

Normally, we choose an albergue or hotel at the far side of town so we can minimize the walking we have to do the next day. Today, however, the girls wanted to stay at the private albergue Lua. We'd seen multi-colored advertisements for this albergue since a few kilometers outside of Santiago, and I guess the bright colors made an impression on the minds of my daughters.

Lua consists of a large room with 36 - 40 beds (in bunks), three bathrooms with showers, a common area with a vending machine, and a small room with a washer and dryer (you can also hand wash your things and hang them out of the window to dry). Cost is eight Euros a bed. The hospitaleros are kind and helpful, and there are multiple bars/restaurants and a supermercado just down the street.

So far, at 6:00, there are thirteen other peregrinos sharing this room. Negreira has three or four other albergues plus a few hotels...there are a lot more peregrinos on the way to Finisterre than I was expecting.

Tomorrow's going to be tough...we have to walk 32 or 33 kilometers (20 miles)..there's a lack of accommodations between two specific towns so we can't make the day as short as we'd like. Also, the temperatures are rising and it's difficult to hike in (what we consider) heat. The good news is that after tomorrow, we've only two fairly short (10 mile) days to go until we reach the ocean.

Misc. comments - everything is more expensive between Santiago and the ocean (thus far). The pilgrim's menu costs fourteen Euros (instead of ten) here in Negreira, and the waiter only brought me a glass of wine instead of a bottle (!). This private albergue, which is cute but is basically just a large room attached to a smaller room, is eight Euros a bed. Little things at the bar (juice, trail mix, etc) are pricier. Boo. I hope this trend doesn't continue.

I'm worried about tomorrow; it may be our toughest day yet. 20 miles in what we consider heat.

My right toe will definitely need medical attention once we return to the States. The entire bone aches, all the way up to the center of the foot. At times, it's agonizing. I've a feeling it's going to greatly disapprove of our long day tomorrow.

The girls are doing well. They're playing cards on top bunk of a bunk right now.

I'm going to search the web to see if there's a place to stay somewhere around the 45 kilometer (to Fisterre) mark. The girls are capable of cranking out a 20 mile day if they have to, but I would prefer to keep our remaining days to 12-15 miles each if at all possible.

'Til tomorrow,
Trish



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Tuesday, April 23, 2013

SJPP to Santiago, Misc. Comments and Reflections, Part Two of Two. April 23, 2013

Seagulls. Haven't seen them since we left the States. Now here they are, in Santiago. The ocean beckons.

For me, Finisterre is the true end of the Camino. The Way was a pagan route before it became a Christian one. The original pilgrimage went all the way to the ocean, into a land that was once known as the end of the world. Pre-Roman peoples walked to what they thought was the last habitable piece of land in the west to worship the sun gods and watch the fiery orb disappear into the immensity of the sea. Those Camino shells now associated with St. James were once associated with the goddess Aphrodite. As with most Christian traditions, the Camino has pagan roots, so I'd like to follow this long walk all the way to its original end.

We went back into the Cathedral today; I wanted another look at the golden coffin that supposedly holds the the remains of St. James. I didn't feel anything profound the first time around, but I had just consumed a half bottle of wine that afternoon. I had only coffee in my system this morning when we stepped into the lower chambers. The girls and I stood and looked at the holy relic for a few minutes, but I still felt less than awed. I was, however, touched by the awe of others. There were many practicing Catholics milling about, and the vision of St. James' supposed remains obviously meant something special to them.



I'll answer two more questions I recently received, then I'll wax slightly (and briefly) poetic on four personal issues.

Answer number one, regarding water - there are many fountains along the way. No need to treat or filter the agua, it's safe to drink. Every once in a while, you'll see a water source with a sign saying "non potable" or "non sanitario." If you see that sign, then don't drink from that particular source. The vast majority of the time, however, you're good to go.

Answer number two, regarding accommodations - if you can, stay in a variety of places. Don't avoid the albergues - the albergues (especially the donativos run by the local parishes) are where you'll meet and have communal dinners with wonderful pilgrims from all around the world. Stay in Granon, Tosantos, and San Bol if possible. Don't avoid the hotels, either - you'll want the privacy and sound sleep from time to time. We're happy we did a mixture of everything. Also, we never booked ahead, since at this time of year albergues are rarely full. We just showed up and wandered into wherever we wanted to stay.

On to the four personal things...since is is a blog, I'll keep it short.

One - It's important for girls to see women getting out there with their daughters. Just this morning, an Australian woman expressed surprise that I had taken the girls on the Camino by myself. Yes, Hugh was with us for half our journey, but the idea, planning, training regimine, purchase of all gear and clothing, 90 percent of the fundraising for the charities, and the start-to-finish details were done by me and the girls. We are glad Hugh was able to be with us as much as he was, but this was primarily a mother-daughters expedition, just as our highpointing and NH mountain hiking has been and continues to be a mother-daughters thang. I write this out because it has been made clear to me by countless messages and emails that our mother-daughters trip reports are providing inspiration and encouragement for other mothers and young girls. Father-son outdoor adventure tales are commonplace (as are human-canine outdoor blogs). Mother-daughter outdoor adventure blogs/stories, on the other hand, are rare (outside of trishalexsage.com, practically nonexistent?). We need more mom-young daughter hiking/mountain climbing/outdoor adventure blogs and books. I'm getting tired of people expressing surprise when I tell them I take my daughters mountain hiking in all seasons without (gasp) a man. The attitudes are a constant reminder that we still very much live in a patriarchal society. I'd like that to change...so ladies, get out there with your girls and write about your adventures.

Two - I was not a Christian when I started this journey and I am not a Christian now. I thought I might feel my childhood belief system tugging at my soul when we entered Santiago, but...no, that didn't happen. If anything, I now feel a stronger aversion to Christian paintings and relics. I've seen one too many statues of a white guy on a horse trampling Arabs, and Alex and Sage have been slightly traumatized by the vivid crucifixion paintings. Fear, prejudice, and guilt, anyone..? Not for me, thanks, and not for my daughters. I know there are Christians out there reading this blog and I know your religion means far more to you than what I've just described. I respect that. However, the paintings and statues along the Camino depicting Jesus and St. James are often bloody and horrific, and they do nothing to inspire a desire to convert.

Three - My left leg...the one with the extensive, old blood clot, the one the doctors thought was clotting up again just before we left for St. Jean Pied de Port...that leg has not bothered me at all. Not once has it swelled, not once has it ached. I have circulation issues with that leg, but it handled the Camino like a leg with normal veins. I suspect this has a lot to do with my right leg, which was probably overcompensating for the left...my right leg ached often...badly at times. Yet the right one is the healthy one and the left one has circulation issues.

Four - My perspective on life has recently changed dramatically, but not because of the Camino. I thought I had a serious and likely fatal condition just before we left the States. I spent a week thinking I was possibly in my last few months of life before a second medical test cleared me of the original diagnosis. During that time, I learned that I am not afraid of death...and that nothing really matters. Ego, fame, fortune, gossip, money problems...none of it matters. We are here for such a short amount of time. We need to make the most of that time with the other living creatures who are also here on this planet at this particular point in time before we all disappear into the night from whence we came. There is no need to worry, hurry, or fret. Just don't waste your precious time with toxic people, do the best you can with what you have, and love as best as you're able. I won't go on and on lest the reader feel she's accidentally stumbled onto some New Age mumbo-jumbo blog...the above is simply the way I see things now, and that's a radical change from the way I saw things before.

We leave Santiago tomorrow morning; four days 'til Finisterre.

Trish

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Monday, April 22, 2013

The Camino Frances from SJPP to Santiago - Reflections and Misc. Comments (Part One). April 22, 2013

First, a few scenes from Santiago, today and yesterday (April 21 and 22, 2013). This post is a continuation of our report from our arrival in Santiago yesterday, April 21; more photos can be found in that post and, probably, in tomorrow's post (we have one more day in Santiago before we start walking to Finisterre).

Inside the Cathedral, the Tree of Jesse. Millions of pilgrims have worn finger holes into the carvings over the past nine hundred years. Unfortunately/fortunately, people are no longer allowed to touch it.


The swinging of the Botafumerio at the daily Pilgrims' Mass.




The girls in front of the Cathedral, contemplating the route to Finisterre...

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Here are some answers to questions folks have asked me in emails, comments, and private messages. If I'm forgetting something, then please write and tell me!

Washing clothes - there are washers along the route, but the easiest and most economical thing to do is hand wash the essentials and hang them out to dry in the sun (or drape them over radiators if the albergue allows you to do so). Every day, we washed undies. Socks were washed, at most, twice a week (I'll explain why in a following paragraph). We only washed shirts or pants when they became smelly. Since we only wore synthetic, quick-drying clothes, our garments were only smelly (to us) about once a week. Keep in mind that we hiked in cool weather - had we hiked in the summer, I am sure the smell factor would have increased exponentially and we'd have washed more clothes more often.

Feet/socks - we put a thick layer of HikeGoo/Vaseline on our feet every morning, then we pulled on our socks right over the HikeGoo/Vaseline (Vaseline is available in every Farmacia). Alex had a grand total of two small blisters during her Camino. Sage also had a grand total of two small blisters. I treated the blisters by duct-taping them. I did not puncture them, use a needle-and-thread, put any ointment on them, or use Compeed. I just stuck duct tape over them so the girls couldn't feel them while hiking. The duct tape came off by itself at the end of each day, no pulling or ripping off needed. All four blisters healed well, without infection, and without the drama that comes from sticking a needle in your child's foot. I purposefully did not wash their socks often because the HikeGoo/Vaseline worked its way into the fibers during the day and turned the socks into a non-smelly glove-type-thing that felt good on the feet. Every morning, more Vaseline was added to the foot and therefore more Vaseline got into the sock...which seemed to increase the effectiveness of the sock. I only washed the socks when enough dirt/grit got stuck into the fibers to produce friction against the skin.

The HikeGoo/Vaseline worked...




We used two pairs of socks each, switching back and forth every couple of weeks. Here's one set, stripped off our feet right after we finished the Camino Frances.


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Alex's socks - yes, she used those same socks she's worn since she was five years old. They're stretched out and threadbare in places, but they made it through the Camino Frances and they will probably get Alex to Finisterre.

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Shoes - yes, you'll need a second set for walking around after you finish hiking for the day. Trust me - you will want to get out of your hiking shoes/boots. If you don't like sandals, then Crocs weigh nothing and they work well. As for hiking shoes - Sage wore her favorite tennis shoes for 35 out of the 40 days. Alex switched back and forth between waterproof boots and hiking sandals depending on the temperature and the amount of mud on the trails, and I wore waterproof trail runners throughout. We were all happy with our choices.

Technology - I bought an iPad mini for this trip and I am oh so glad I spent the money. Every photo, video, blog post, etc. has been done with the iPad mini. I have checked emails, booked hotels, surfed forums, and rented movies online. I did not bring a cell phone, since using a 3G or 4G network outside the USA can be crazy expensive (thousands of dollars over the course of the Camino, so I'm told). I relied solely on free WiFi. There were four days when I could not find WiFi and thirty-six days when WiFi was easily available. Almost every cafe/bar has it, and many albergues do too (as do most/all hotels). The girls brought their iPods and used them to take photos and create videos. For entertainment in the albergues, they played cards or made paper dolls (or had their paper dolls play cards).  They also liked to create paper clothes/masks/balaclavas for their Beanie Boos.



Speaking of Beanie Boos...the girls' stuffed toys got a bit dirty, lol.  Here's the Beanie Boo and a mini plush that were carried across Spain next to a brand new Beanie Boo bought at Santiago.  Yes, all three animals used to be as white as the one in the middle.  :)


Food and timing - what worked for us may or may not work for you, but here's what we did - up at 7am, out of the albergue/hotel by 8, breakfast at a cafe at 8:15 (Cola Cao - a type of hot chocolate- or coffee, toast/croissant and juice ...three Euros). We then bought a large block of locally-made cheese, a tube package of cookies, trail mix, and cartons of juice (all usually available at bars or stores along the way) and we would eat all that while we walked 12-16 miles. We do not usually stop for breaks on the way up mountains at home so we rarely stopped for breaks while we were hiking here (unless someone had to use the bathroom). We took turns biting chunks off from the cheese and we'd pass the cookies/nuts. We arrived at our stopping point for the day anywhere between 12 and 4, depending on how many miles we did and what the weather/terrain was like. At the albergue/hotel, we'd clean up, wash whatever we felt had to be washed, and go out for our pilgrim's menu (three course meal where we ate our veggies and protein...ten Euros each). After we ate, we'd come back, lounge, and get to sleep by 8 or 8:30 (most pilgrims go to bed between 9:30 and 10).

Safety - you'll feel safe on the Camino. You'll be out in the middle of nowhere quite often, but you'll feel safe nonetheless. I'm talking about safety regarding people. If you're out there wearing cotton during a cold spring rain, then no, you won't be safe, but that's a different topic.

Dogs - they're everywhere, but here's the thing - the Spanish believe in keeping their dogs away from strangers. There were countless times when an unleashed, unattended, growling dog would run up, come right to the end of their property line...and stop. They would let us know that we were close to their property, but they would not come into the street or approach us. Others would come running, but they'd be on a chain or behind a fence. We also saw many working dogs (owned by farmers, cattle/sheep owners, etc.), and though they were off-leash, they had no interest in peregrinos. In other words, the dogs on the Camino are either extremely(!) well trained or they're kept behind fences or on chains.

Cats, sheep, cows, bulls, goats, horses, ponies, donkeys, storks, slugs, snails, roosters, hens - you'll see them all, often right on the Camino itself.


Exposure - up until just after Astorga, trees are scarce on the Camino Frances. This means you are going to feel whatever is going on with the weather one hundred percent of the time. There won't be any ducking into the woods to get out of the wind/rain/sunshine/cold, etc.

Pacing - if possible, plan for more time then you think you'll need. You never know what might happen - injury, illness, a desire to spend five days at Astorga's Museo del Chocolate, etc. Also, I'd advise against speeding up or slowing down to keep pace with folks you meet. Do whatever's right for your body instead. You'll likely run into many of your new friends again anyway at some point, as many end up taking unexpected rest days here and there.

Food - I know I've already covered this, but...you will end up eating more food than you ever dreamed possible, and you'll probably lose weight while you're at it. I haven't weighed myself yet but all my clothes are loose and I can see a huge difference in my body. The girls look the same as when we left NH, but since they are growing children I didn't expect or want them to lose pounds (they took twice as many steps as I did for every kilometer we walked, so making sure they had the right amount of energy for their bodies was key).


Terrain - most of the time, the Camino feels like a gravel driveway and it rarely gets steep. In that sense, the Camino feels easy. It's the near-one hundred percent exposure to the elements that can make the Camino feel difficult. That, and the miles and miles of walking day after day after day after day.

Scenery - since there are few trees (at least, before Astorga), there is no green tunnel...which means you are treated to constant views of rolling hills, vineyards, mountains (in the distance), ancient churches, castles, ruins, etc. There's almost always something beautiful to look at (always choose the country alternatives and minimize your sendas!).

Body odor - we don't smell...at least, I don't think we do...we do wash ourselves every day or every other day...but when we come into town, we can smell the non-hikers. Meaning, we can now smell the scent of people's laundry detergent and shampoo from two blocks away. I'm not sure what that says about our own odor... I'm pretty sure those people can't smell US from two blocks away...maybe...

Arriving in Santiago...it feels fantastic to reach this city. The atmosphere around the Cathedral is always joyous - pilgrims everywhere, happy and proud. Talented street musicians sing and play here and there. The only negative is that albergue and hostel employees shove advertisements into pilgrim's faces every other minute, hoping to attract overnight customers. For me, that kind of advertising has the opposite effect - I didn't want to be bothered by people trying to sell me anything during the final moments of my pilgrimage. I took note of the names of the establishments whose advertisements were being shoved at me and I purposefully avoided giving those places any of my money. We are now at a hotel - the Moure - located just outside the old city. We have a beautiful room that is competitively priced.

More tomorrow (Tuesday), when I'll write some reflections of a more personal nature.

On Wednesday, we will head to what was once considered the end of the world - Finisterre (also called Fisterre). That's the pre-Christian, pagan end to this ancient pilgrimage westward. It should take us four days to get there from Santiago.

'Til tomorrow,
Trish

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Sunday, April 21, 2013

Day Forty: A Rua to Santiago. April 21, 2013.

Distance: 21.1 kilometers (13.1 miles) with 120 meters (about 400 feet) of elevation gain.

We have reached Santiago!

I've a lot to write, but the girls, Hugh, and I are going to take the night off to celebrate. I'll post some photos now and give a full report tomorrow evening.

Thanks again to all those who sent emails and posted messages on my blog, Facebook page, and Trail Journals account. We appreciate your good wishes and we thank you all for your support.

We are just a bit short of our five thousand dollar goal for GirlVentures - I believe our total stands at $4600 (that includes a fifteen hundred dollar donation that will be sent by May 1). Therefore, if you've enjoyed our blog and would like to contribute to an outstanding female-empowering nonprofit organization, then please donate whatever you can to GirlVentures. Use the links on my blog..all of your money will go straight to the organization. (I think we have met our five thousand dollar goal for Global Fund for Women...I'll have final totals when we return to the States next week.)

A few pictures for now - more to come tomorrow.

The girls were excited to leave our Casa Rural this morning...they looked forward to arriving in Santiago.





Trees, beautiful trees!



Almost there!






A cross along the way...



Santiago on the horizon!



Cathedral...



Photo by Alex

Pilgrim's office...


Compostela...

(another photo will be added later)


Inside the Cathedral, seeing St. James...


I'll post more tomorrow. The girls are happy, healthy, and looking forward to exploring more of the city tomorrow.

Unfortunately, we lose Hugh tomorrow morning since he has to fly back to Boston. He's been with us for a little more than half of our Camino and we've loved having him with (and we will miss him badly after he leaves!).

'Til tomorrow evening,
Trish

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Saturday, April 20, 2013

Day Thirty-Nine: Melide to A Rua. April 20, 2013

Distance: 31.6 kilometers (19.62 miles) with about 200 meters (600 feet) of elevation gain

Morning, while the girls sleep...

Two more days of hiking and we reach Santiago. Ten-year-old Alex and eight-year-old Sage were well prepared to walk these five hundred miles; when you grow up climbing NH's White Mountains every week, any trail in the world is potentially do-able. The girls have had a wonderful time and I, their mother, have been honored to accompany them every step of The Way.

Outside of a woman and her nine-year-old daughter who hiked the PCT last year, the girls and I continue to be the only young daughters-mother hiking team out there in the news and blogosphere (please do post links and correct me if I'm wrong - I hope there are others!)

We need more women leading/guiding their daughters! Yes, it's nice to see girls out there with their dads, but we still live in a society where men are expected to lead the families/ children on adventures. I can't tell you the number of times strangers have expressed surprise -- here on the Camino and in the Whites - that a mother - as opposed to the father - is taking her girls (and not boys) out there into the wilderness (or into the unknown). Such folks unintentionally relate the patriarchal attitude that still very much exists in most of the world. The only way to change this attitude is for mothers to get out there with their young girls.

More on that after we reach Santiago. By the way, Santiago will not be the end of our journey - the girls have decided they want to continue to Finisterre, the traditional pagan end of this route and what was once considered the end of the earth. Hugh has to fly back to the States the morning of the 22nd, but the girls and I will continue onward after two days of rest in Santiago. It should take us about four days to reach the ocean from the city. We'll spend a day there on the beach, then we'll bus back to Santiago and fly to Boston. We should be back in New Hampshire on the first day of May.

Glad to hear neither one of the Boston bombers are still at large.

We had cool breezes with bright sunshine today - another great morning and afternoon of walking. We made good time, though I am glad this was our last day of heavy-duty mileage. Sage looks tired and my right leg and toe are killing me...12-14 miles a day makes us happy, and we've now cranked out four consecutive 17-19 mile days. Tomorrow we only have to hike 13 miles before reaching Santiago.

Lots of country, old towns, stone walls...and trees (!) again today.

By the way, the Brierley guide is less than 100 percent accurate. There are significant hills that are not shown on the maps in stages 31 and 32.

Leaving Melide...



We had planned on getting breakfast in the next town west, about three miles from Melide. Happily, we found this food stand not too long after setting out...


Breakfast cake, fruit, and coffee left out for pilgrims. Prices were on tags and a cash box was displayed. A sign explained that this was the true spirit of the Camino...trust. 

I bought strawberries and breakfast cake; we ate on a wooden bench in the shade. It was a lovely way to start our morning.


Onward, to and through a zillion tiny towns, along some pretty paths, and by some beautiful little flowers...






We passed the 20 kilometers to go mark, entered the outskirts of O Pedrouzo, and saw a cool information kiosk with a recording that welcomes peregrinos in multiple languages.


After that, we went through some trees and into A Rua, just east of O Pedrouzo.



We have stayed in every kind of accommodation on this trip - public albergues, private albergues, hostels, hotels, a Parador, donativo albergues, pensions...and now we're staying at a casa rural. Casa rurals are upscale B&Bs..they're the most expensive option out there (even Paradors can be cheap if you stay in them during the off-season). That being said, this particular casa rural, O Acivro, is ninety Euros for an apartment that could easily sleep eight people. So the moral of the story continues to be - save up and team up if you want a change from the albergues. There's a lot of space here...the average peregrina can afford this if she shares it with her friends or Camino family.

One more day. Though, sadly, it feels like our Camino has already ended. All our European friends have gone ahead or stayed behind and we're now stuck in a crowd of wealthy Americans. That's fine, but our Camino now has a much different feel to it. Instead of having an international experience, we're constantly among vacationing retirees. I miss Lena, Franco, and the Korean couple, and I wonder if they've all reached Santiago or if they're just half a day behind us. I wonder about the nice Australian couple, Howard and Sue, and I hope we see them again. I think of Flo, who must be back in Switzerland by now. I think of Rosa and Ilfonso, and of how much we enjoyed our time with them. I remember Rilie and Becky and Julio.

Must go to bed soon. My right leg is throbbing and the major knuckle of my big toe is in serious pain. Very glad we've only got thirteen miles left. Also very glad the girls and I will take two days off before heading to the ocean.

'Til tomorrow...hope to write from Santiago.
Trish

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