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Day 1. Bordeaux to Porto

There are a few routes from Porto to Santiago. We had already decided that we would wait until the very last before choosing… the weather being the deciding factor. MSN meteo says sun and 18c for at least a week so the choice was made this morning; the Senda Litterol or seaside route would be our path… for a week anyway. Continue reading


1. Bordeaux. Pizza. Goodbyes.

He often used to say there was only one Road; that it was like a great river: its springs were at every doorstep and every path was its tributary. “It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door,” he used to say. “You step into the Road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there is no telling where you might be swept off to.

I’m alone again… at Bordeaux airport having waved a very fond, bittersweet farewell to my dear sweet husband, who hugged me and held me close and whispered “stay safe…. come home soon… just let me know each day that you arrived safely.”  Then he was gone. Continue reading