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We did a train shuffle by walking out of A Rua then taking the afternoon train back. It's a beautiful little train journey and if ever I can't manage to walk, I'll travel all over Spain by slow train.I think this is my favorite so far.
It touches the soul of the road.
If you walk the Invierno, the Chestnut and the cherry leaves will be golden.
Continuing on the Invierno - following the rio y tren, but often high above both:
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Indeed.Burgos. Never stayed at the donativo albergue of La Divina Pastora but I heard wonderful things about it. Still closed and not certain if it will open again.
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Indeed.
From my diary when I stayed in October 2004 on my first camino.
"Pouring rain and huge trucks roaring along the highway made the 11 km into Burgos exhausting. On arrival at the pilgrims’ information office I felt ready to collapse.
Luckily a new private albergue, La Divina Pastora, was in the next block. Spotless, with 20 bunks, hot showers, free email plus soothing Celtic music, it was perfect!"
...May it open soon again.
CF August 12, 2019 Palas de Rei. Gazpachoooooooo!! This was crazy good. I asked for the recipe. She looked at me like I was crazy then said, it’s just fresh vegetables.oh what I would give for another bowl.
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Well seen you are from here. Take it handy!! Thanks for recommendation. Who knows, could happen, a repeat Portuguese before the end of time!!!View attachment 121325
If you are on the Portugues and are a fan of seafood, make a detour for O Bioco in Pontevedra just opposite the main theatre in the old town.
Juan and Monica will give you a great welcome, been back a good few times. He is a character, an ex fisherman and boy does he know how to cook seafood. Best clams i have ever tasted, cooked in peppers, garlic and onion etc. This is a bit of a plug but i think its great to support the smaller guy who really endorses local produce. Btw if he brings out the local Orujo firewater, take it handy!
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Clearly this welcome stone has been cleaned and refreshed since we passed it in May 2013. Also taken at a very different time of year. However, it never ceases to amaze me that people on pilgrimage would want to graffiti all the mileage markers and signs like this. Who carries spray paint with them?View attachment 121072
Welcome to Galicia! Camino Francés, July 2017
I think this is also Montefurado, a sad and probably once bustling place. 2nd Oct 2018. the church was locked, as one would expect.View media item 9659The (now) hamlet of Montefurado on the Invierno, whose large church is out of all proportion to its present size. Wikipeda tells me 45 people live here.
This made me chuckle out loud. Don't we all know that feeling?There was another face on the tarmac, and I can't recall now if they were linked to the ascent, or the indications for the right way to go!
I too arrived in Astorga with a deteriorating knee, CF June 2016. After a somewhat rainy 10 miles, I had decided that a hotel was called for. The receptionist at the Astur Plaza, was also kind enough to let me check in early. The room was lovely, sadly the breakfast coffee was awful. If I stayed again, I think I would miss breakfast.View attachment 121433
View from my hotelroom,exactly five years ago. End of my short Camino. Plaza Mayor Astorga. I arrived much earlier than check in time but the receptionist was so kind to offer me a room so I was able to rest my knee.
Apparently, these are the work of an American artist (whose name I can't recall) who spends about half the year in the village at the top of the hill, Alvaredos, which is halfway between A Rua and Montefurado. This is definitely my favourite. But I wouldn't want to walk past those eyes in the dark.Someone living along the Invierno has a cute creative streak:
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But then there were those eyes, and they totally creeped me out:
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Scary eyes but what a view!Someone living along the Invierno has a cute creative streak:
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But then there were those eyes, and they totally creeped me out:
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Someone living along the Invierno has a cute creative streak:
My favourites in Alvaredos. For me, I think it was as much about the placement of the pieces as it was about the art itself! June 13, 2019Apparently, these are the work of an American artist (whose name I can't recall) who spends about half the year in the village at the top of the hill, Alvaredos,
A favourite place! For breakfast too!Pub Agarimo in Santiago de Compostela. Exactly five years ago. They always serve a free pintxo with every drink.This one might look less refined than what they normally serve but it it tasted good!
James got it right...The Passionate Man’s Pilgrimage
Give me my scallop shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
My scrip of joy, immortal diet,
My bottle of salvation,
My gown of glory, hope’s true gage,
And thus I’ll take my pilgrimage.
Blood must be my body’s balmer,
No other balm will there be given,
Whilst my soul, like a white palmer,
Travels to the land of heaven;
Over the silver mountains,
Where spring the nectar fountains;
And there I’ll kiss
The bowl of bliss,
And drink my eternal fill
On every milken hill.
My soul will be a-dry before,
But after it will ne’er thirst more;
And by the happy blissful way
More peaceful pilgrims I shall see,
That have shook off their gowns of clay,
And go apparelled fresh like me.
I’ll bring them first
To slake their thirst,
And then to taste those nectar suckets,
At the clear wells
Where sweetness dwells,
Drawn up by saints in crystal buckets.
And when our bottles and all we
Are fill’d with immortality,
Then the holy paths we’ll travel,
Strew’d with rubies thick as gravel,
Ceilings of diamonds, sapphire floors,
High walls of coral, and pearl bowers.
From thence to heaven’s bribeless hall
Where no corrupted voices brawl,
No conscience molten into gold,
Nor forg’d accusers bought and sold,
No cause deferr’d, nor vain-spent journey,
For there Christ is the king’s attorney,
Who pleads for all without degrees,
And he hath angels, but no fees.
When the grand twelve million jury
Of our sins and sinful fury,
‘Gainst our souls black verdicts give,
Christ pleads his death, and then we live.
Be thou my speaker, taintless pleader,
Unblotted lawyer, true proceeder,
Thou movest salvation even for alms,
Not with a bribed lawyer’s palms.
And this is my eternal plea
To him that made heaven, earth, and sea,
Seeing my flesh must die so soon,
And want a head to dine next noon,
Just at the stroke when my veins start and spread,
Set on my soul an everlasting head.
Then am I ready, like a palmer fit,
To tread those blest paths which before I writ.
Sir Walter Raleigh
The first verse of this poem suggests that the icons of the pilgrimage to Santiago were well-known even in 17th century, Protestant England.
Gallant, courtly and multi-talented, Sir Walter Raleigh was the archetypal Elizabethan swashbuckler. He was also highly ambitious and shamelessly schmoozed the Queen, who was furious to discover he had married without letting her know. He inveigled himself back into her favour but her successor, James the First of England, the Sixth of Scotland, did not trust him and clapped him in gaol. His persuasive powers were clearly formidable, however, as he convinced the King to allow him to lead an expedition to the Americas to discover El Dorado, the fabled city of gold, which Sir Walter probably knew perfectly well did not exist. With explicit instructions not to do anything to annoy the Spanish, he did exactly that by attacking and trying to plunder one of their settlements. On his return to England, he was arrested, tried and sentenced to death by beheading. This poem is assumed to have been written by him as he awaited execution. If so, displays outstanding courage and equanimity in the face of death.
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dick bird,The Passionate Man’s Pilgrimage
Give me my scallop shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
My scrip of joy, immortal diet,
My bottle of salvation,
My gown of glory, hope’s true gage,
And thus I’ll take my pilgrimage.
Blood must be my body’s balmer,
No other balm will there be given,
Whilst my soul, like a white palmer,
Travels to the land of heaven;
Over the silver mountains,
Where spring the nectar fountains;
And there I’ll kiss
The bowl of bliss,
And drink my eternal fill
On every milken hill.
My soul will be a-dry before,
But after it will ne’er thirst more;
And by the happy blissful way
More peaceful pilgrims I shall see,
That have shook off their gowns of clay,
And go apparelled fresh like me.
I’ll bring them first
To slake their thirst,
And then to taste those nectar suckets,
At the clear wells
Where sweetness dwells,
Drawn up by saints in crystal buckets.
And when our bottles and all we
Are fill’d with immortality,
Then the holy paths we’ll travel,
Strew’d with rubies thick as gravel,
Ceilings of diamonds, sapphire floors,
High walls of coral, and pearl bowers.
From thence to heaven’s bribeless hall
Where no corrupted voices brawl,
No conscience molten into gold,
Nor forg’d accusers bought and sold,
No cause deferr’d, nor vain-spent journey,
For there Christ is the king’s attorney,
Who pleads for all without degrees,
And he hath angels, but no fees.
When the grand twelve million jury
Of our sins and sinful fury,
‘Gainst our souls black verdicts give,
Christ pleads his death, and then we live.
Be thou my speaker, taintless pleader,
Unblotted lawyer, true proceeder,
Thou movest salvation even for alms,
Not with a bribed lawyer’s palms.
And this is my eternal plea
To him that made heaven, earth, and sea,
Seeing my flesh must die so soon,
And want a head to dine next noon,
Just at the stroke when my veins start and spread,
Set on my soul an everlasting head.
Then am I ready, like a palmer fit,
To tread those blest paths which before I writ.
Sir Walter Raleigh
The first verse of this poem suggests that the icons of the pilgrimage to Santiago were well-known even in 17th century, Protestant England.
Gallant, courtly and multi-talented, Sir Walter Raleigh was the archetypal Elizabethan swashbuckler. He was also highly ambitious and shamelessly schmoozed the Queen, who was furious to discover he had married without letting her know. He inveigled himself back into her favour but her successor, James the First of England, the Sixth of Scotland, did not trust him and clapped him in gaol. His persuasive powers were clearly formidable, however, as he convinced the King to allow him to lead an expedition to the Americas to discover El Dorado, the fabled city of gold, which Sir Walter probably knew perfectly well did not exist. With explicit instructions not to do anything to annoy the Spanish, he did exactly that by attacking and trying to plunder one of their settlements. On his return to England, he was arrested, tried and sentenced to death by beheading. This poem is assumed to have been written by him as he awaited execution. If so, displays outstanding courage and equanimity in the face of death.
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I have a similar photo from 2019 but the paint was very faded.
It is on the façade of Santiago Cathedral. You must all have seen it many times. I believe the colony of Roanoke came to a sudden mysterious end?dick bird,
This is another splendid photo. Where was it taken?
Further to the history of Sir Walter Raleigh the capital city of the US state of North Carolina was founded in 1792 and named for Sir Walter Raleigh, who attempted to establish the first English colony, the Roanoke colony, on the shores of the new world in the 1580s.
Thank you for the update. You are correct the colony of Roanoke "disappeared" however archeologists are presently searching.It is on the façade of Santiago Cathedral. You must all have seen it many times. I believe the colony of Roanoke came to a sudden mysterious end?
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