Hello from Molinaseca, Spain! It’s been awhile since I’ve had the opportunity to update the blog here. The only tech I brought with me on this adventure was my phone and the little bluetooth keyboard to type with. And I’ve gotta say my phone has been letting me down. It’s pretty common to find places with WiFi (passwords for paying customers, of course) but for some reason my phone has not been very cooperative with the internet at large. Basically it allows me to connect to Instagram and that’s about it. No Facebook, no WordPress, no email, nothing but Instagram. Very weird. But tonight we have a solid connection and so I am taking advantage of it!
Since last writing (way back on Day 7) we have officially left the meseta and are firmly in the mountains.
We’ve been going up and out of the meseta since we left the big city of Leon 5 days ago, but starting yesterday it was no longer a gradual incline and instead a serious upward hike. Days 13 and 14 on the Camino de Santiago consisted of some legit mountain climbing.
Yesterday it was more of a slow and steady slog up until the very end of the day, which was when the real mountain climbing kicked in. The path was winding and hot and full of rocks, which would be a pattern for the day to come. It was hard work. For me, it was also a lot of fun.
Okay, so I could have done with a little less rocks littering the entire path, but still. The climb up is hard hot work, but I like it. It’s a steady climb and I feel a concrete sense of accomplishment when I get to the top and can look back and see how far I’ve come. And the views are a definite reward.
We spent the night in Foncebadon, which was mostly ruins of a once thriving village until the Camino gained in popularity and people began to rebuild. The village is now an interesting mix of a few albergues, reclaimed buildings such as the church, and old ruins.
Today, Day 14 for those keeping track, we woke early to continue our climb up the mountain. Our first big stop of the day was the Cruz de Ferro. It’s one of the more popular stops along this section of the Camino Frances. The tradition is that you bring a rock from home and place it at the base of the cross to symbolize leaving your burdens behind.
Then it was off and down the mountain. Or so we thought. Little did we know that first we would go down a bit, then up, and up, and up some more. The path was very nice, with a mix of shaded bits and very pretty views, but it was a lot more work than any of our party had thought was ahead of us that day. We were prepared for the down, but for some reason more up didn’t enter our minds.
Some highlights of the day included stopping to meet Tomas, the last of the Knights Templar, and wandering through the mountains with old ruins of villages.
Then came the down. As much as I appreciate the challenge of an uphill hike, I dread the downhill path. It is killer on my sad knees, and it’s just plain boring hard work. I do not like the downs. And boy were these some crazy hard downward paths.
I don’t have many pictures of the downhill hike because I was too busy concentrating on not losing my footing, or having my knees give out, or not rolling down the mountain to my death… (Only a slight exagerration.)
After a lifetime and what felt like the hottest afternoon in history, we finally made it (mostly) down the mountain to our current town of Molinaseca.
This town is very charming and has a damned up area in the river where you can swim. If we had the time I’d spend days here just swimming and wandering around, but alas we are on a schedule. So tomorrow it’s off early to Ponferrada and beyond!