I don’t leave for St Jean until the 28th of April but today was my last chance to get some training done. I’m still nervous about my shoes and I wanted to give them another good test before I leave for the camino.
My waking buddy arrived bright and early but somehow we didn’t managed to start before 9:00am… and by the sun already had his hat on! At least on the camino we know we’ll be kicked out well before this.
Today we wanted hills, so we headed off to the little village of Grignols. It’s in a valley so there are plenty of hills, and it’s also on the GR65 so we hoped the marking would be good. The GR65 around Grignols is one of the two (or three!) arms of the Camino Vezeley (or Via Lemovicensis) that runs through the Dordogne.
The drop in pace was a photo stop and it was time to fish out the umbrella… twas hot on them hills!
In a few weeks time I’ll be heading back down to St Jean Pied de Port for the third time for ten fabulous days on the Camino Frances. Last year a friend here in France suggested that maybe we do a taster week together… and another friend will also be joining us. We started with a week… but our week has grown along with out excitement and we think now we can manage 10 or 11 days walking.
I should be fitter than I am, but the truth is that life gets in the way and I’ve not really done much walking since the Via.
I should by now know what gear I like, want and need, the truth is that I’m still struggling to decide what to take!
Well, that’s what Dorothy said as she clicked those ruby slippers together. I’m kind of with her in that home is where the heart is, and where family, friends, pets and all things familiar.. but I do sometimes wish that home was just a little further south west than it actually is.
We left Lisbon on Wednesday morning. We took the 25 de Abril bridge back over the Tagus River and as we drove by the huge statue of Christ, Gerry noticed a couple of figures high up on one of the outstretched arms. He thought they were workers checking or repairing Lisbon’s giant landmark but I like to think they were there to wave us goodbye… and wishing us well! Goodbye Lisbon, see you in October!
It’s our last day in Portugal. We decided to end our holiday with a walk along this beautiful coastline; perhaps we’d find a small restaurant for lunch, and then maybe take a walk across the boardwalks and dunes of the Dunas da Cresmina.
We’ve had a few wonderful days exploring Lisbon and it’s environs. We took a trip out of town for a fabulous fish lunch where, following Rick Steins recommendations, Gerry tried (and enjoyed) the local barnacles.
We’ve taken in the sights from the open top bus and walked and wandered the alleys and avenues. We’ve glimpsed history, both local and from further afield and we’ve taken trains, trams and cable cars (yes I went in the cable car and yes I loved it). We also followed in Rick’s footsteps and enjoyed some of the best Lisboan Piri Piri chicken… in short we’ve had a great time.
Lisbon is a fabulous city. It’s one of the oldest cities in the world and the oldest in Europe. It enjoys a Mediterranean climate and has the warmest winters of any other European city. The Port of Lisbon, located at the mouth of the Tagus river and is one of Europe’s busiest.
Can you see Gerry… He can see you…
We arrived in Portugal and settled into the little villa that we’ll call home for the next few days. We’re staying in Cascais, a beautiful Portuguese fishing town situated on the western edge of the Lisbon coastline… but we’re only a 30 minute train ride from the capital.
Two Camino…Three Camino… Four!
Every year around this time we try to take a holiday. When the children were small it was always in February half-term but these days it’s usually when work is quiet and the sun starts to warm just a little.
This year we’re heading back to Lisbon. Our first stop was Irun (Camino del Norte) and then on to Burgos (Camino Frances), next onwards to Salamanca (Via de la Plata) and finally Cuidad Rodrigo (Camino Torres).