Wednesday 28th August 2019

We sleep in late today. It is almost 8 o’clock before we get out of bed. It just doesn’t seem real that we don’t have at least 25km to walk today. We shower and head off to find breakfast. This is our last one of the camino so we want to make sure it is

Tuesday 27th August 2019

I wake up this morning with a feeling of great satisfaction tinged with great sadness. It is the last day of the camino. Getting up early, walking, eating tortilla, drinking beer, listening to a little literature on my headphones … all this has become so natural to me now that I just can’t imagine how

Monday 26th August 2019

Discipline is definitely slipping and there is a definite feeling that this wonderful adventure is coming to an end. We wake up a lot later than normal, at 6.45, and watch Melide come to life. The bar opens at 7.30, just as we had been promised and the cute girl from yesterday gives us toast,

Sunday 25th August 2019

We wake up to a blinding flash. What the fuck was that? An incredible bang seconds later answers my question. It is pissing down. We go downstairs, sit outside on the porch and watch it. A bolt of lightning crashes down just metres away. There is no way we are going out in this! The

Saturday 24th August 2019

We set off early as usual. There is no sign of life from the hostel bar of course. Given that pilgrims are spending money to stay in their establishment, you would have thought that these people would have the decency to at least open up and provide them with a decent breakfast to see them

Friday 23rd August 2019

I wake up to the sound of swearing in Italian. It is Mrs. Asinello who is in a foul mood and doesn’t want to get up and go walking. I understand only too well. The room is beautiful and it would be nice to have a lie-in but we have no choice so we get

Thursday 22nd August 2019

No, the drunks did not keep us awake. We have slept beautifully. We wake up at 6:00 and enjoy the luxury of a good breakfast in an albergue. A generous coffee with an even more generous slice of Santiago cake. The closer we get to Santiago, the more the Santiago cake replaces the napolitano as

Wednesday 21st August 2019

We leave Villafranca full of trepidation for what lies ahead. Massimo has scared us. We don’t even bother looking for a bar but just start walking; we come across an open bar in Pereje, however, and it looks so nice that we stop for our napolitanos and coffee. It looks more like an English pub

Tuesday 20th August 2019

Despite the expensive hostal room, we have slept badly. The light in the bathroom was impossible to switch off and the glass door was about as much use as an ashtray on a motorbike. The hostal owners redeem themselves, however, with a very decent breakfast of a napolitano, but with cream instead of chocolate. It

Monday 19th August 2019

I have slept like a log and lie contentedly in bed while Mrs. Asinello has a shower, thinking how sad I am to have to leave this place. I think you can get a good idea of what a place is like in just one day and I like this place very much. We go