Hotel Santa Lucia
Travel Blogs from Santiago de Compostela
... I had the camera on in order to take a photo of the sky lol. His name was Kasim from Belgium and he walked very slowly...I'm sure he was smoking something illegal lol. We parted ways at the Pope's memorial.
Cheryl and I were going to wait for Sharon here so we had a bight to eat, a cheese boccadilo stuffed with crisps...only on the Camino! Whilst waiting Nicky arrived so we ate with her. She left and Sharon finally arrived an hour after we arrived! All I ...
... There's a bucket load of priests hanging around and literally they pull the ropes like bell ringing. I loaded a clip onto Facebook as you can see the swinging going on. Check it out. Amazing experience.
But the day was capped with the arrival of M&M into Santiago. Love these two so much for so many reasons. They pushed hard to get in today to see us before we leave in the morning for Finesterre. Mia's feet have healed and she carried ...
... evening (or every other one); news of people, bed bugs, good and bad Albergues and hotels/pensions being passed back and forth by email/viber/whatsAp. The camaraderie of this was delightfully underlined when John, Raquel and I (who have more or less walked together for the last three weeks) were meandering along the path to spy Carlos and Petra (Spanish Carlos walked his bike since shortly after Leon in order to stay with his love (yet unrequited) the gorgeous Hungarian ...
... how I feel about tomorrow and reaching Santiago. I don't know how to answer that without getting more personal than I want to. I have many regrets in my life but I can assure you that this venture is not one of them, and feel very fortunate to have the chance to be a part of something that has gone on for centuries. I didn't do this for religious reasons so reaching the Cathedral may not mean much to me, but it ...
... over the 800 km from region to region. From very pristine and white with red shutters and flowering window boxes at the beginning with high church steeples to more rough chunky stone homes to flat stone homes ( many crumbling ) with churches that were small and blended in more without a big spire.
In Galicia the villages were were very much working farm villages which smelt of cow dung and you dodged the cow patties as you walked the main ...
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- Wheelchair accessibility
- Business Services
- Free parking