Days 2 and 3: Hornillos del Camino to Castrojeriz AND Castrojeriz to Fromista
I made a decision today, Sept. 12, 2019, aka Day 3 on the Camino. It was our longest day so far (big deal, we’ve been walking three days): 25km [15 miles]. We didn’t get to our lodging until 5:30 p.m. and I was frustrated because I had looked forward to having some down time between shower and dinner to write. Specifically, to write this blog. I was already a day behind, and I really wanted to post every day.
Wait just a dang minute. Sounds like stress to me. Felt like stress to me. Layer that on top of aching limbs, flaming feet, a drippy, sweaty face and still several miles to go before I’d see a rooftop, let alone the reception desk of our lodging—that’s when I made my decision.
Until I have more time to post, I will make this more of a travelogue of photographic highlights with captions. You’ll get the gist. The angst. The giggles. The scenery. Later, when I have time, like on a plane or back in the U.S. of A, I will write more. I’m keeping a list of FAQs such as, “Do you and Donna run out of things to talk about?” “Who were the people who earned your ‘service’ award for above and beyond acts of kindness?” “How do you go to the bathroom on the Camino?”
Heck. I just thought of something. If you, dear readers, have a question, post it as a comment and it will either be a quick reply or become a full-blown topic later on.
So bring on the pictures!
NOTE: It is 11 p.m. at the end of very long, hot, sweaty Day 3 and I didn’t get to post the pictures and comments from today. But I will.
Day 3: Castrojeriz to Fromista, Sept. 12, 2019
From the window of our hotel’s dining room we could see the trail that we would tackle the next morning. Uphill. Turns out it’s the highest point of the Meseta and it sure felt like it. Elevation gain was 1050 meters, and when we got to the first curve in the trail we thought we had reached the peak. Ha! Not even close. More trail stretched ahead and up, up, up. Finally, we celebrated at the top by leaving shells at a monument.
We arrived in Fromista around 5:30 pm, which was late for us. Thankfully, our room included dinner, and we didn’t have to wait until 8 pm to eat. We reconnected with Amia and Joe from our first walking night, and met two women who live in Salzburg and are biking the Camino.