Sober Camino: Via de la Plata 2014

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Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Via de la Plata 2014

This year I only had time to walk the last 100 kilometers of the Via de la Plata. A diverse Camino, beautiful scenery. It is an exciting idea that the Silver Way is a thousand kilometers long, all the way from Sevilla. From what I heard from other pilgrims the rest is very worthwhile to. Especially when you like endless, dusty, empty roads...

Sunday, 10 August 2014

Via de la Plata 2014/ Monasterio de Oseira

It reminds me vaguely of the entrance to Santiago.. discovering the tower of the monastery for the first time. The stage before Oseira is one of the most quiet and silent of any Camino. No houses, no cars. Lovely hours through woods and on silent roads. Although there was no clear sight at all because of the rain. But impressive it is, the first view of the complex of the Monasterio de Oseira. It is a remote place. Around the monastery a few houses and two bars. Wooded slopes. In daytime there are visitors, at night it is silent.

In an immense annex is the albergue. A beautiful old dormitory run by a dedicated Flemish volunteer, who stays here every summer, supporting the monks. He's a real Via de la Plata veteran.

The lifeline of the monastery and therefore one of the main reasons to establish it here: plenty of clean, bright water. Old washing stones along the steps of the bridge.

The guided tour in the monastery (four times a day) is very special. The architecture is splendid. Oseira is a lovely place to stay.

Saturday, 9 August 2014

Via de la Plata 2014/ unexpected pleausures

Great service for walkers: push the button and the traffic ahead gets the red light.

Unexpected pleasure in an informal cafe of a bon vivant, spoiling pilgrims every day with coffee, drinks, lots of food. It's all donativo, but he chooses the food you get.

Somebody with an open eye for what you need.

Friday, 8 August 2014

Via de la Plata 2014/ Ourense, Praza de Mercedes

At seven in the evening the streets are getting busier.
A woman takes her mother to the park for some fresh air and attention. Mother is not really in this world any more. When her daughter gets up to throw some garbage in a bin, she automaticaly rises, too. Gently but determined her daughter pushes her back, and she stays, obedient.

An older couple on a bench watches all that's happening. No more words. Yet together.
The terraces are for the young people, the benches for the elderly who don't need to consume.
Or converse. Their thoughts are enough company.

Thursday, 7 August 2014

Via de la Plata/ the roads of Spain

Centuries of transport in one photo. Seen from the modern motorway is first the medieval bridge. Then the highspeed train Santiago-Barcelona. Far behind it the 19th Century railroad bridge(see photos below). Donkeys carried stones from the river bed up to build the bridge.

the medieval bridge

A centuries old path, laid by hand. For men and oxes.

Sober Camino

Imagine a country with so much heritage that even some of the churches are in ruin. España.

Since I walked the Camino Frances I can say: the outside, the image, the picture, the encounters with so many different people, the landscape; it's fabulous. About the inside you may have different thoughts. The sober character a way like the Camino should have in my opinion is under pressure, for various reasons.

We live in 2025, and everything seems within reach to anyone. The world as a village, a hollywood, a... So is the Camino. I love to write about the sunny side. It really is a great and mostly joyful experience. So pack'n go! But there's a shadowside that I'll point out to.

I didn't write a blog while walking the road. Gives an energy leak. It was better for me to come home first and then quietly write all this. Just made notes for some of the impressions in Spain already, and made a lot of photo's suitable for the blog.

Two kinds of stories here: impressions of my walks (see map below) in the left column, and comments and thoughts about the Camino itself in this right column.

The date above the article can be random sometimes, I want a certain order in it. But the travel impressions are related to my walks, sorted by date. ¿Me comprendes?

It is written in English, yes... because the Camino de Santiago is a world wide web. There is also a Dutch edition.

Released 5 nov. 2012, Groningen, the Netherlands

Go west!

How many times, when I was walking a part of the Camino where I could be sure it was old, I imagined that the sound of my stick on the pavement had been here for ages. That people walked this path a thousand years ago already. And even further back in time, there is word about Kelts travelling to Finisterre, far before that... Isn't that some heritage, isn't that something that leaves traces behind, in feeling, in energy...

Of course you can state that the Camino Frances is just another beautiful walking path. But that's not how it feels to me. There's something in the air, something happening when you walk. I think about the numerous hands of friendly villagers that showed me the right way. Or the times in a lonely forest, you're standing doubtfully on a crossroad, and then there is always this other pilgrim who knows where to go.
This early morning, still dark. A small village. A man passes by, breaks the silence with a sonore bass: "Buen camino, hombre." Moments that give you wings.
Walking uneasy with painful feet, worrying if you can go on. Then there is suddenly a newly opened nice cafe, for joyful moments of rest. It wasn't even on the map.

What I would do is

How to keep it uneasy, and clean, and sober

The Camino was a bit too easy, autumn 2012. Very nice weather, many nice terraces, good moods. It was becoming cosy: 'Hi, how are you, where are you from today?' Forgotten the harsh winds of the meseta, the burning sun before Logrono.
I was lucky enough to get my real camino after Santiago. On the way to Finisterre the ocean interfered and soaked me from hair to toes for two days. Ja! Great! Sure, I got an infection on my heel, had to wear sandals, nobody else around to straighten my raincape. Good! Real camino, good suffering, that's what we need! Other peregrinos felt the same. A man passing by in the pooring rain, in a t-shirt, was offering me his raincape...

Terrace in the sun, meeting friends, making photos, sounds like a Sunday's stroll, no? Luckily it's a .....end to Santiago, so blisters were the greatest blessing this year.
I went in September, in search for some loneliness. Forget it. Only if you kept on walking after three p.m. (most peregrinos in already, afraid of not getting a bed) you could be on your own. And, indeed, after Santiago. But how to have a sort of pilgrim's feeling if you walk, well, in a row? Standing in a queue at the pilgrim's office for your credential. No sitting place in the cathedral. No more touching the foot of Jacob, because there's a fence around it! Aje aje camino frances.... are you becoming a sort of walking highway: boring, busy, traffic jammed, polluted, predictable, safe as a rock...

Where is the camino itself?

The path itself. A lot of older parts of the way have disappeared. Please stop destroying it! Why cover a centuries old path under new stone? New stone that is often too steep, with steps too big for a backpack... And why all these shortcuts? Why all these kilometers along highways?