We have arrived in Burgos after a short walk this morning from a little village into the “Big” city. We are splurging and staying in a hotel and it feels like luxury. It is nothing fancy but nice and spacious. Four of us are sharing a two bedroom with private bathroom with a full bath.
We have left the La Rioja region and now in the Castilla y León region. The terrain has changed much over the past nine days and each day is a little different from the day before. We have been amazingly lucky with the weather and only had the one day of rain so far. It
Day five: Cirauqui To Villamayor de Monjardin 24 km This was the first day we had rain while walking. It only rained for the first few hours. At least I put my rain gear to good use! It was lovely and cool and made for an easier day of walking. Eighty percent of the Pilgrims
Day three: Larrasoaña-Cizur Menor 21 km Today was a shorter day but somehow felt long. My energy was a little low and the city of Pamplona felt way too chaotic after the small quaint villages that we stayed in and passed through. Even the Qigong we did in the park didn’t pick up my energy.
Day one: Saint Jean to Roncesvalles 25 km At least one hopes it goes down! The climb was relentless but the view and the magnificent day made up for it. We walked approximately a seven hour day and hiked about fifteen miles in total. The wind was out in full force but luckily the weather
After twenty-eight hours of travel and only a few hours of sleep, I barely knew my name. My friend, Christine, flew into Madrid from Germany and we met there continuing on to Pamplona and then by bus to Saint Jean-Pied-De-Port, France. We arrived at the albergue “Beilari” (also called refuge or hostel) in time for
Hiking Mount Whitney “Slow and steady wins the race”… while this was not a race, this was my mantra two days ago as I was about half way up the 99 switchbacks climbing up the the highest peak in the contiguous United States. I felt as though I would never make it to the top,
“I Would Walk 500 miles…” You know that feeling of having a song stuck in your head? I was walking the other day and the song sung by the Scottish Band The Proclaimers, “I Would Walk 500 Miles” kept popping into my head. The only difference is that my mantra is “I WILL walk 500 miles”
