Life's a Stitch

Today was a day of esperando. That is the Spanish word for waiting. Coincidentally it is also the word for hoping. How civilized that is, using your waiting time for hoping. 

It was a better day for esperando than walking as, it was raining.

We booked a room close to the train station intentionally, knowing transportation would be necessary to reach another Camino route.

What we didn’t count on were sold out trains. So we waited a couple of hours and changed our plans to combine the train and a bus to get us to Ferrol, the start of the Camino Inglés. 

It’s called the Inglés route because it was originally a trade route for Northern Europe, providing easy access to Galicia. In the 14th century it became a pilgrim route, providing a quick and safe way to get to Santiago. The way over the Pyrenees required a long journey with exposure to bandits.

We found our hotel, the Zahara, described as funky chic. 

The inclusion of earplugs in the room amenities, tells you something. 

Although right in town, with narrow roads it appeared from the noise that we’re on a truck route, plus it was garbage pickup time around 4:00am, so earplugs were appreciated.

For the fourth time we attempted to order chiparones (baby calamari), but no luck. It was on the menu, but not available. All four times we’ve had not-so-delicious substitutes. 

We figured out our hiking route. There’s not enough time to complete the entire Camino Inglés, so we agreed to skip the day with the 500 meter elevation. Phew.