Caldas de Reis - poor suffering pilgrims
Oct 15, 2018
|Yes, poor suffering perigrinnes! We had a lovely evening last night sitting in the lively town square over a glass of wine, watching the local population do what they do on a Sunday night in Pontevedra. An interesting and totally relaxing experience.
This morning we awoke to doom and gloom, after an extremely adequate breakfast in our luxurious Spanish Mansion, 3 courses which I devoured with glee to nourish my being before a big day of hiking and which Lorna did not appear to do the spread justice, we ventured out at 8.30 am to a dark and rainy morning
We had not got past the gates of our mansion before being soaked even with all our wet weather gear. Anyway we met up with all our fellow pilgrims from the day before, the Mexican with his little band of three in a big hat, (Wendy, pse don’t worry to make up a bed for these 3 guys at Laurieton, they are not my new besties even though they sing all along the way and are really good fun if not somewhat cocky) shorts and sneakers who appeared delighted to again meet up with the two old, but speedy dames from Australia.
Of course, Lorna and I are doing it much tougher than our fellow perigrines (pilgrims) and we are hoping that the folk back home can obviously appreciate this fact and are extremely worried about the two of us!
We have to adjust to the harsh hiking conditions of rain, many kilometres, not too many coffee stops, whilst staying in the most luxurious Spanish Mansions imaginable, persevering through 3 course gourmet breakfasts, a beer on arrival in new destinations, at least two glasses of recovery wines at night regardless of the fact that it is only a Tuesday and not Saturday night, whilst the other pilgrims are doing it more traditionally sleeping in bed bug ridden hostels and carrying around stale hunks of bread with smelly cheese, so obviously no real adjustment required to pilgrim conditions. Much easier to adapt to than our situation.
It was really wet today, we are still trying to dry boots and hiking gear, could not even take my camera out for photos and quite difficult to see where we were going with a couple of extra coffee stops just to regroup and try to shake out some of the water.
There are many more pilgrims during this part of the Camino as we are getting closer to Santiagio de Compostela, our final destination and the mood this morning was really quite somber, except for the singing Brazilians.
We met some amazing pilgrims along the way, a Liverpudlian who had recently discovered he had a whole branch of Australian family (not sure exactly how thrilled he was about this aspect), a tiny German lady travelling on her own who had camped out in the Australian Outback and so many more interesting people.
We arrived at Caldas de Reis, wet, bedraggled, muddy however still in high spirits with sense of humour in tact to discover that yet again we were staying in probably the most luxurious accomodation so far.
We had to catch a taxi to this gorgeous castle in magnificent grounds outside town beside a river with cascading waterfalls, which the hotel paid for and have not budged from the place since.
Our gear is drying beside the heater, we had coffee and cake served on the terrace as we watched the rain come down.
We played dominoes (I think Lornico cheats) in front of the fire in the beautiful lounge room with a whole bottle of wine and then dinner in the dining room.
And so, suffering we are, as pilgrims do, but loving every minute of it and coping with all the hardships extremely well.
Very sad to hear from Wendy at Laurieton today that after all their rain, our Osprey Nest has again ended up in the lake, I believe even the nest platform has blown over as the branch on which it was attached, collapsed.
Very sad and hopefully Ian will get his tree loping mate to come in and put up a new platform so that our Osprey family stay in the neighbourhood and rebuild their nest.