Walking the Camino de Santiago
I don’t recall if Cirauqui was the first town we encountered with stepped sidewalks, but it certainly had more than most. This archway, a gate in the medieval wall, leads into the central portion of the town, crowning the hill upon which it’s built. On the gateway, you can see one of the ubiquitous yellow arrows pointing out the Way. […]
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All along the Camino – some regions more than others – you will see historical markers and signs in a variety of languages. Rarely, however, do you see one that celebrates the infamy of a site quite as well as this one in Cirauqui. I think that might be why I like it so much. Date: 04 April 2016 Place: […]
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There’s a lot going on in this photo. You can see “where the sidewalk ends“. You can see the new, totally out of place apartment blocks built just outside of town. And you can see the fact that the folks who built this town on the hill managed to cover the entire hill. Them’s some steep streets! And if you […]
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Well, a hill town, at any rate. This is the Camino’s approach to the town of Cirauqui (or Zirauki in Basque, because… z). The way winds through hilly vineyards. It was a most pleasant walk despite the rain. I find gravel paths the easiest to walk on – not as hard on the feet as pavement or asphalt or stone, […]
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We had our second breakfast in the village of Mañeru. Here’s a photo of what my Pilgrim Passport looked like then. To stay in albergues, pilgrims are required to carry one of these passports, and to receive your compostela in Santiago, you are required to have at least two stamps per day. My motto, of course, was “gotta collect ’em […]
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We didn’t get far before we put on our ponchos, once again becoming the infamous strawberry troll! We popped into a convent church for a bit – the Iglesia y Convento de Sancti Spiritus – but it was so dark inside that my photos were fairly rubbish. Instead, here’s a photo of Francine putting a brave face on an uphill […]
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We start our day with a last look back at Puente la Reina – both the town and the bridge for which it is named. It’s a lovely little town, and worthy perhaps of some more exploration, but we’ve got to be on our way if we’re to get to Estella tonight! The rain, which started in a desultory fashion […]
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The next morning during our first breakfast, Francine very kindly darned one of my hiking socks. These Keen socks supposedly have a life-time guarantee, but I more or less constantly put holes in the toes. At some point, we’re going to need to go back to the Keen store in Portland and talk with them about that! A couple of […]
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On our way back to our albergue after dinner, Mass, and some sightseeing, I snapped this photo of the town as we crossed its eponymous bridge. I love the way the buildings just sort of glow in the light of the setting sun. They seemed so grey and lifeless earlier in the afternoon, but now they looked warm and inviting. […]
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Before and after our pincho dinner, we popped into a couple of the churches in Puente la Reina. This is the high altar of one of them. I cannot remember the name, but this is where we went to Mass that evening. Once again, I must apologize for the fuzziness of the photo. Taking decent indoor photos in low light […]
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