Lightness is all

Packing motto.

Caminho Portugués March-April 2014

On Tuesday, March 18, Kent and I will fly to Porto, where we will begin walking toward Santiago de Compostela on Friday, March 21, the first day of Spring.  We are making preparations to leave home behind, and carry as little as we can.  I have the Brierley guide, from which I have removed the pages covering Lisbon to Porto; an updated listings of albergues from the Via Lusitana Portuguese pilgrim association:  http://www.vialusitana.org/ and a link to them on my phone, which I hope to be able to use for internet access via wi-fi, as it won't work as a phone in Europe; some pages from the Confraternity of Saint James; and some information on the route from Santiago to Muxia and Finisterre.

I have a new U.S. passport, and we will pick up pilgrim credentials at the cathedral in Porto, as the ones we used on the Via Gebennensis would soon be full.  I have a new water-proof jacket and we have two new ponchos, as rain is quite likely.

Why are we doing this walk?  The Camino experience continues to beckon, and I remembered the scene from Martin Sheen's The Way, in which the French police inspector says he has walked the Camino before, and will do so again to celebrate his 70th birthday.  I thought, what better way to celebrate my forthcoming 70th birthday than with another Camino?

I will try to post brief reflections, news of our progress, and perhaps even an occasional phone photo during the next three weeks.

Lodgings on the Via Gebennensis 2012

Via Gebennensis Lodging September 16-October 4, 2012

September 14-15 Geneva Auberge de jeunesse 28/30 Rue Rothschild (large, busy place, lots of use of key cards required,

waiting at desk, good location, near hotel President Wilson)

Day	Date	Town	Lodging	km	notes
1	16 Sept	Beaumont	La Fromagerie	14.6	gite, dorm Anne very helpful, drove us to ATM!, made lunch
2	17	Chaumont	Gite d’etape rustique	26	Gite, dorm, beautiful spot, very rustic, but good vibes
3	18	Seyssel	Accueil Jacquaire Les Capucins	23	Christine Hottlet  (fabulous house, people, food)
4	19	Chanaz	El Camino	22	Denise Chatard room w/ garden view, meal! wifi
5-6	20-21	Yenne	Le Clos des Capucins	17	Lovely hotel, setting, fabulous meal
7	22	St. Maurice de Rotherens	Le Vernay – Louis Revel	17	An experience! Room, meals, views, chapel, bar!
8	23	Les Abrets	Accueil jacquaire	23	Helene et Jean Francois Guerry – lovely people, room, meal
9	24	Le Pin	Chambre et Table de Pelerins	15.5	Elisabeth et Roland Meunier – lovely people, place, meal, help
10	25	La Cote Saint Andre	Chambre d’hotes L’Allouette	25	Bernadette et Jean-Jacques Bouthier – lovely, suite, view, meal
11	26	Revel-Tourdan	Chambre et tables pelerins	22	Yves et Marie-Claude Pinget –interesting old house, helpful hosts
12	27	Le Surieu	Jean-Pierre Cartier (photographer)	19.2	An experience! Welcoming.  Photographer, traveler, cook.
13	28	Chavanay	Gite d’etape Michel Vignon	18	Nice, but crowded in center of old village center
14	29	St. Julien Moulin Molette	Accueil; Radio d’Ici	19.1	Colorful toilet, dirty poorly equipped kitchen, rain, drab, cold
15	30	Les Setoux	Gite d’etape  Le Combalou	24	Welcoming, nice!  Good meal at restaurant, heat, laundry!
16	1 Oct.	Montfaucon en Velay	Chambre Le Jardin de Mirandou	17	Colorful, Madeleine Mounier, lovely, speaks English
17	2	St. Jeures	Le Fougal	20	The best! Lovely Chambre, meal, hostess – spoke English
18	3	St.-Julien-Chapteuil	Accueil Jacquaire	18.2	Suzanne et Andre Gallien – lovely people!
19	4	Le Puy	Chambre d’Hotes	19	Yolande Rouvier – lovely! On hillside/ wi-fi, private room
		Le Puy	Logis Meymard		Madeleine DeChaux, lovely old house in center, pedestrian street

Home!

We arrived home last night after more than 21 hours of travel door to door, apparently bringing Europe's clouds and rain with us, although this storm is coming from the Pacific.  It is great to be home, and this will end the group emails.  Pictures coming on Flickr before too long, and I'll try toad some to the blog and perhaps re-organize it to make it more readable,

Linnea and Kent

Pilgrims home at last, at least for now

Paris: Il Pleure dans la ville

The other day when we were walking I began thinking of snatches of French poetry I once knew, and one misremembered poem was this one by Paul Verlaine. It is certainly raining in Paris today, but fortunately not in my heart. English translation is included in the link.

http://allpoetry.com/poem/8538093-Il_Pleure_dans_mon_Coeur-by-Paul_Verlaine

Lyon

After 2-3 hours of train rides through country similar to that through which we'd walked for 19 days, we arrived in the big city of Lyon, gastronomic capital of France. As I had remembered, the Part-Dieu station was a huge, bustling, confusing place. We found no information desk, except for train travel, and a handicapped assistance office with a bank of wheel chairs, of which I wasn't desperate enough to take advantage, so with my 12-year old pages from the Rough Guide, with handy maps, although prices were still in Francs, we set out for our hotel which we estimated was about 2 km away. Along the way we came to a couple of Sunday street markets closing up. We bought 2 apples from a Tunisian vendor. When we reached the Rhone, runners were completing what must have been a marathon along the esplanade. Just before the square where they were finishing, we decided to turn down a restaurant-lined street. It was nearing 2 p.m., so I wasn't sure we could still be served, but it turned out that the place we chose, and perhaps others, were open on Sunday from from noon until 11 pm! Remarkable. We chose a place where the diners all looked happy and seemed to be having a good time, and we dined very well on salads, two heaping bowls of moules (mussels) in wine sauce, with a jam-covered crepe for dessert.

I had booked our hotel through Agoda during our first morning in Le Puy -- it was also in my old guidebook, which I thought a good sign. So, a bit groggy after our lunch, we shouldered our packs once more, and found Rue Victor Hugo and Hotel Alexandra not too many more steps away. Here we are in a starkly modern red and gray attic room, with a skylight and one window about 6 inches high by 40 inches wide, however with a couple of enormous hand hewn wooden beams supporting the sharply sloping ceiling which is perhaps 4 feet at the low end. We were whisked up to this 5th floor in a glass elevator.

It has been a day of contrasts from our room in the ancient stone house in the center of medieval Le Puy, to the ultra smooth, quiet, and fast train rides to bustling Lyon, and this room that combines old and new.

A man in the restaurant noticed my scallop shell necklace, and I am sure noticed our packs as we entered, and had to ask where we walked and tell me that he too had walked from Le Puy to Compostelle.

Tomorrow it is the fast train back to Paris. It has started to rain, and clouds and rain are predicted for the next few days, which should be fine for exploring museums in Paris, although what I'd really like to do is buy a whole new set of clothes from the inside out and shoes on up after 3 weeks in these same clothes.

It is good to have wi-fi (pronounced wee-fee here) in our room once again --it will be the last time before we get home.

Linnea and Kent
Pilgrims on the road of life

Le Puy

Hello all,

We arrived in Le Puy by 3 this afternoon after a pleasant stay with a family in St. Julien-Chapteuil last night, 20 km from Le Puy. We got lost briefly for the first time since our first day, following a different grande randonnee out of town. We had bought quiches and pain au chocolat at a boulangerie, and continued on our merry way until we realized we were not heading in the right direction. We asked for help from some neighbors visiting at an intersection with big white turkeys bobbing along the roadside, and soon were straightened out. There was lots of difficult walking today, along roads with noxious fumes from vehicles and a chemical plant. There were a few lovely spots, one with a bench where we ate our pain au chocolat and were joined by a friendly orange kitten. Just before that a sweet woman with white hair and red shoes asked where we were from, and was thrilled that we were the first American pilgrims she'd encountered passing by her home. After exploring a fascinating very old church, dating back to at least the 12th century, with an earlier tower that had obviously once been a fortification), we climbed up Montjoie (Mount Joy), where we got our first look at Le Puy in the distance and had our picnic lunch. Then it was downhill for a long way, over some interesting stone bridges across the Loire, which is a mountain stream here with Mallards playing in the ripples, through endless suburban parkland, playing fields, a couple of huge supermarkets with parking lots(!), and community gardens, until we were suddenly right below St Michel D'Aighuile, and I said to Kent, "Now, we are really here." It was very emotional for me to see Le Puy again, in such different circumstances than I was in two years ago. We sat on the steps of the cathedral, from where I had set out on the long walk to Santiago, and I asked two gentlemen to take our picture.

Then we descended to the lower part of the city and sat in the Place du Plot to celebrate our arrival with a beer. Before long Corinne passed by, and I ran to catch her. Then, along came Michael and Gabi, who were actually looking for us. They had arrived just the day before, and would be leaving by train early tomorrow. We missed Bernard, as he had departed this morning.

We shared recollections of our journeys and promised to email, and then Kent and I set out to find our chambre d'hôte, which is on the edge of town, but delightful, pretty and clean. And it has wi-fi, so write!

Two tired, but happy pilgrims!

Linnea and Kent
Pilgrims on the road of life