#Camino Inglés Day One: Feeling Pretty English

I arrived in A Coruña late last night, and went directly to my hotel in a taxi. The rain was lashing down and I was glad I didn’t have to walk anywhere. I slept badly, woken by howling wind and occasional claps of thunder. I now know why the Spanish word for a storm is…

Planning for my second #Camino: the need to train

When I left home for my first Camino this time last year, part of me didn’t quite believe it was real. Was this magical path all it was cracked up to be? Could I genuinely just walk all day and, on arriving at whichever town I reached, find a hostel where I could sleep for…