Camino Primitivo, Day 6

Walked from: Castro

Walked to: A Fonsagrada

Distance: 19.1km

When: 17 October 2019

I was prepared for most things on this trip: that the weather would probably be bad; that there would be a lot of hills; that I would end up eating a lot of bread, despite promising myself I wouldn’t. All those things have turned out to be true, and it’s been fine – although my bathroom scales may tell me another story when I return. What I honestly wasn’t prepared for was how much Spanish I’d be speaking. Bear with me here; I know that statement sounds odd – I DO remember what country I’m in. I can speak (terrible, error-strewn, mainly present tense) Spanish, and have a good line in check-in and food/booze purchasing phrases. But on my other four Camino trips, full of people from across the world, English has always ended up being the dominant language. Not this time. This time I’ve met and walked with lots of lovely, and very (very) patient Spaniards who have had their poor ears mangled by my mis-conjugations. As I explained to a new Camino friend yesterday, an Italian woman who speaks five languages fluently, my confidence to speak far outweighs my ability to do so… an issue that goes back many years, and in all honesty doesn’t just apply to my lack of mastery of an Iberian language…

Anyway, all the listening and speaking – and thinking about listening and speaking – I’ve been doing led me to take refuge in a hotel room of my very own this afternoon. A little mini-break from my holiday, chilling in the small town of A Fonsagrada, where legend has it St James turned the local fountain’s water into milk (hence the name of the town), and where rather more reliable historical sources indicate there was a Roman presence a mere 17 centuries ago. It’s also in Galicia (the beating culinary heart of Spain) – I left Asturias behind after two rainy hours of walking this morning. And I’m only exaggerating slightly when I say that the rain stopped / the sun came out as I crossed the frontier between the two provinces. The rain DID stop shortly before I crossed, having peed it down for several hours. And the sun did ‘sort of’ come out. For a bit. In places. But it was chilly, and the lure of my warm hotel room has been strong this afternoon: I’ve had my 30 euros worth, that’s for sure. Last of the big spenders, that’s me!

About silkakt

I'm a map addict. I nip out in my lunch break to go to the National Map Centre, just around the corner from where I work, to feed my habit. My fix normally costs £7.99 and comes in the form of an OS map, although I'm a big fan of Sustrans cycle maps, the Trailblazer walking guides and maps of the world too. And once I've got my new map, I start plotting - routes, adventures and an escape away from the office that I spend too much time in. Maps, quite simply, make the world a better and more exciting place.
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2 Responses to Camino Primitivo, Day 6

  1. Chema says:

    De acuerdo entonces, este es tu momento de practicar el español. Como puedes ver he estado leyendo tu blog del camino primitivo. Es una delicia como escribes y eso que no puedo seguir todo el texto con fluidez por mi pobre inglés. Estoy aprendiendo un montón de nuevas palabras, así que muchas gracias. Las fotos también son preciosas ¿seguro que estamos haciendo el mismo camino? Yo miro las mías y reconozco los lugares pero la atmósfera que transmiten las tuyas es muy diferente. Las tuyas se acomodan fielmente a tus palabras. Yo continuo caminando a pesar de mi rodilla hinchada, después de haber descansado en Lugo un par de días. Ahora he reducido mucho el ritmo para poder aguantar hasta Ssntiago. Ha sido estupendo compartir tu paciencia con mi inglés. Y es un verdadero placer poder leerte. Buen camino! Chema

    • silkakt says:

      Que lindo leer tus palabras. ¡Muchas gracias! Ahora estoy en Lugo. Espero llegar en Santiago el viernes e celebrar con tu alli. (Y creo que tu ingles es fantastica x

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