#Camino Inglés vs Camino Francés

The English or the French? It’s a rivalry that’s lasted hundreds of years, and not one I really intend to solve in this blog, but having walked the English and French Caminos, I have some reflections on the comparative merits of both. If you want a quiet Camino: I can’t start by giving the English…

#Camino Inglés Day Five: The World is a Handkerchief

There is a Spanish expression, “el mundo es un pañuelo” which essentially means “it’s a small world” but it’s rather more poetic: the world is a handkerchief. I think the idea is that we might all be on different parts of the fabric but if you fold it in enough different ways we’ll all meet….

#Camino Inglés Day Four: Cold Evenings, Warm Days

As the evening drew in yesterday, so did the damp and cold. So nothing was more welcome than the warm fire in the bar of the hotel we stayed in last night, and the hot bowl of Galician soup, caldo gallego, that followed. We sat around the fire, glasses of wine in hand, and discussed…

#Camino Inglés Day Three: All Part of the Adventure

I’ve started to realise that it takes a couple of days on the Camino before you really “arrive” on the Camino. I arrived today. I separated from the group a little, and walked by myself in the early Galician morning. It had rained in the night, so the air was very fresh, and the trees…

#Camino Inglés Day Two: A Day of Extremes

When another pilgrim’s alarm went off at 5am this morning, and they left it going for a full minute before switching it off, I thought this was going to be a bad day, but I fell asleep again, and woke up at 8am (this is crazy late for the Camino and bodes well). We were…

#Camino Inglés: the Camino starts at home

You didn’t think two trips on the Camino and I’d be done did you? As I wrote before, el Camino te enganchas. The Camino hooks you! I’m hook, line and sinker. So this year I’m heading back, with my Camino bestie Elke, and her friends Sten and Annette, who I’m yet to meet. But since…