Dear friends and fellow pilgrims, there
is a video available about the Camino. It starts in San Jean Pie de Port, France and walks the Camino Frances to Santiago Compostela, Spain. It is informative, motivational, interesting and a great
view of the north of Spain. This professionally edited show has an all original sound
track collected live on the Camino. V.H.S. 15$ plus 5$ s/h C.D. for computer
10$ plus 5$ s/h send personal check or postal money order to Kit Nuzum P.O.
box 1274 Eastsound Washington 98245
Gwen Jones artist, "I loved
the show. I want to go on the Camino and do it."
JustinSpring,
poet "It looks real. I liked Shadowman and the far out mystical
didgeridoo sounds. Nice photography and great editing. Hip and cool
man."
Lilli Carr spiritual healer,"I will never be the same. I have the
seed of the Camino in me now. All I do is think about how I can get
there."
Eric Johnson student, "After I showed the Camino to Santiago
tape to my friends and family the all want to sponsor me for the pilgrimage
Of the many fruits of antiquity
that adorn the pathways of the Camino de Santiago, the most fascinating and
perhaps relevant are those left behind by the ancient Order known today as
the Knight’s Templar. As the route winds through the landmark towns of the
Camino, it is virtually impossible to avoid first-hand contact with the
legacy of this once mighty Order. The awesome Cathedral of Leon more than
adequately testifies to the wealth and power that the Knights once possessed,
whilst the inverted Pentagram set in the Church window of Castrojeriz
hints at the unorthodox independence that the Order once enjoyed. Culturally
and technologically, the Templars were an unprecedented force, yet the
repression of the Order was to cloud the truth surrounding their influence on
the culture and history of the Middle Ages.
Tradition states that, circa 1157, the Castilian King Sancho III invited
the Knights to protect the Santiago Road;
establishing their base in Villacazar, and
constructing a monumental, fortified Church. Later on the way, the obscure
town of Terradillos de Los
Templarios offers little more than a name as evidence of a previous Templar
settlement, though it was once reputedly a major base for the Order. Evidence
of the Templars can be found throughout the Camino; from the pillars of Pamplona’s
Cathedral to the statues of Compostela’s historic center, their distinctive
seal of two men sharing a horse is a common symbol. And in Majarin, one can
find lodgings with Tomás; a latter-day Templar Knight who has dedicated his
life to protecting the Pilgrims who pass on the way. So why are these
venerable Knights so conspicuously excluded from popular history? An
explanation lies in alternative research. The fact that no documentation survives
to confirm this Templar affiliation should direct one’s attention firmly to
the eventual fate of the Order: dissolution, suspicion, resentment and death.
To unravel the enigma, we must reach back 1000 years to the time of the
Crusades. Also known as the Poor Knights of Solomon, the Templars were a
militant Christian organization formed after the First Crusade by nine
ambitious knights. The Order began as a result of the endeavors of one Hugh
de Payens; a veteran of the First Crusade who, with the help of his fellow
knights, was able to successfully counter Saracen ambushes on the pilgrim
road to Jerusalem. As the success
of this small group became more widespread, they were lavished with
increasing praise by the presiding Christian authorities. St. Bernard of
Clairvaux stated approvingly: “You see them never combed… rarely washed,
their beards bushy, sweaty, dusty, stained by their harness and the heat.”
St. Bernard, a Cistercian monk, was an early patron of the Templars and a
crucial figure in the establishment of the Order.
The Knights took an oath to the Bishop of Jerusalem, and in return were
given part of the RoyalPalace
adjacent to the site of Solomon’s Temple,
from which they were to later take their name. The Order continued to grow
with the recruitment and ordination of excommunicated knights, for which they
gained further praise. Hugh de Payens finally submitted the Rule of the
Templars to the Council of Troyes, thus securing recognition of the Order in Europe.
The rule contained some Cistercian influence, though the full content was
known only to the highest officers of the Order. In 1128, Hugh traveled Europe,
gaining huge, audacious contributions from assorted nobility, ranging from
properties as minimal as farmland, to country estates, forests and castles.
The Templars were now hot property. The Church granted the Order the right to
keep their own Churches and ordain their own Clergy. They were exempt from
taxation, and protected by the Papacy.
After preventing total catastrophe during the disastrous second crusade,
the Templars continued to go from strength to intimidating strength. They
rode under a banner that proclaimed: “Not to ourselves, Lord, not to
ourselves, but to Thy name give the glory.” However, the Order had an annual
income of $90m in Europe alone. The Templars had
become an unparalleled financial force. They were actually the first
international bankers, operating in Europe and the Middle
East; even trading with the Muslims. The Kings of England,
France and Europe
deposited treasure with the Templars and even, on some occasions, borrowed.
The actions of one such disgruntled debtor were to finally bring about the
destruction of the Order. Phillip IV of France
had become resentful of the Templar’s power, and because of his huge debt,
decided that it would be easier (and more profitable) to simply destroy the
Order and reap the benefits. The French King, also known as ‘Phillip the
Fair’ was aided by the Papacy in his forthcoming endeavors. After Jerusalem
fell to the Muslims at the beginning of the 14th Century, the Knights finally
lost the purpose for which they were originally ordained. The doors were now
open for Phillip to orchestrate their downfall.
First, he suggested that the Templars should be merged with the Knights Hospitaler, and for the resulting Grand Master to be
appointed as Prince to the Royal House of France. Not only would Phillip have
unparalleled control over the Templars, but this would also allow him to
appropriate their wealth. Both Orders flatly refused the suggestion. However,
Phillip was provided with a new opportunity in the form of Esquiu de Florian, an ex-knight
who told of blasphemies, sexual perversion and devil worship. He brought
Philip tales claiming that the Templars “were required to spit on the crucifix
and to kiss the mouth, navel and anus of their initiator.” Their reputation
as unholy, heathen sodomites began to gain widespread public attention. It
was rumored that the Templars had turned away from Christianity and begun to
venerate a devilish God known as ‘Baphomet’. Due to
the intimidating secrecy surrounding the Order, the Templars were coming
under increasing suspicion and Phillip knew that the hysteria of the people
would justify his own ambitions.
Pope Clement V gave consent for Phillip to take action. Abruptly, and
without warning, on October 12th
1307, fifteen thousand people were rounded up and arrested. The
Knights, Artisans and Labourers of the Order were
dragged them from their houses by the Inquisition and thrown into
confinement. The Grand Master, Jacques de Molay
joined them in prison. Confessions were extracted under torture that admitted
to a multitude of blasphemies, including the heretical worship of the deity ‘Baphomet’ Also a Mediaeval term for foreign God, or
Devil, ‘Baphomet’ was in fact a corruption of
‘Muhammad’. The confessions gleaned contained many conflicting details, and
were most likely entirely forced or fabricated.
However, there is evidence to suggest that the Templars did employ some
form of ‘blasphemy’ in their initiation rites. Was this simply a form of
obedience test, or something more…? There is strong evidence to suggest that
during the Cathar massacre of the 13th Century, the
Templars protected, and sometimes buried their neighboring ‘heretics’ in
hallowed ground. They evidently did not subscribe to the same puritanical
brutalism as the Papacy that supported them.
Pope Clement eventually took authority over the persecutions and suspended
the inquisition in France.
He issued an order for all nobility to arrest the remaining Templars residing
within their domain, though it is unlikely that this order was universally
obeyed. In fact, there is a strong possibility that the Templars had been
forewarned of the coming persecution, as their fleet mysteriously left harbor
on the night of the 11th, carrying the bulk of their treasures. When the
Templar strongholds were captured and ransacked, the treasure holds were
found to be virtually empty. Phillip was never to gain the great fortune that
he expected from the Templar horde. Finally, a public trial took place on
April 1310 in Vienne, Southern
France. Many captive Templars recanted their confessions and
were then burned as ‘relapsed’ heretics; a grim example to the remaining
prisoners. Predictably, there were no further relapses.
In 1312, Pope Clement ordered the dissolution of the Order, admitting that
the evidence was insubstantial but that he was convinced of their guilt
regardless. The confessors were set free, and four high-ranking officers
including Jacques de Molay, were given a chance and
confessed again. They were given a public sentence of life imprisonment in
front of Notre Dame; a monument which the Order had once helped to build.
Jacques de Molay addressed the crowd, giving an
impassioned speech that was to resonate as strongly as that which Marc
Anthony addressed to the thronging Roman masses:
“I confess that I am indeed guilty of the greatest infamy. But the infamy
is that I have lied… in admitting the disgusting charges laid against my
Order. I declare… that the Order is innocent. It’s purity and saintliness
have never been defiled. In truth, I had testified otherwise, but I did so
from fear of terrible tortures… life is offered me, but at the price of
perfidy. At such a price life is not worth having.”
On March 19th 1314,
Jacques de Molay and Geoffrey de Charnay were burned at the stake. As Molay
burned he cried:
“Pope Clement, Chevalier Guillaume de Nogaret,
King Phillip, I summon you to the tribunal of heaven before the year is out,
to receive your punishment! Accursed! Accursed! You shall be accursed to the
thirteenth generation of your lines!”
A month later Pope Clement died. Phillip followed in November during a
hunting expedition, and then Nogaret under
mysterious circumstances. Whether this was proof of the Templars true Godly
purity, or evidence of their power as an underground Order is uncertain. What
seems irrefutably clear was that the Templars were innocent of any crime, and
offers yet further evidence of the power of the greedy and wicked over the
Just. The Templars were yet another race of innocent people persecuted and
destroyed by the presiding authorities for a crime no more heinous than their
overwhelming success. Remember these gallant protectors as you walk the
Camino, and respect the legacy that they leave behind.
People to walk for peace. There is
an international community on the Camino. They need you to fill in the line.
Every day you don’t work or pay your taxes is a revolt against unjust war.
They pray for peace and help the effort. I am homeless boy. Give me figs. Old
toothless woman bears fresh water, love and dirty old fruit. I throw her
fruit away after a polite distance and walk on to the party. It’s Logrono. Business center of Spain. And there’s a drunkening. Big
time Rioja. The streets are filled with piss, blood
and shattered glass symptomatic of citizens gone amok. They hose down the
streets and carry on. Its the yearly fiesta, and we are here as spectators to
a debauchery that knows no bounds. Crowds split, drink, reform and split
again amongst music, laughter and savagery. We will meet after the sun has
set, and the world is reborn again on the dusty way of the Camino.
I want to see it all. I want to
feel everything. I want to find the God I never found in Church. I want to
laugh until my stomach aches, my bladder bursts, and my cheeks spasm. I want
to meet the rest of the world. I want to be alive. “FREEDOM!” is my mantra.
Fearless and unstoppable is my yearning for adventure. My heart is filled
with passion, unleashing my preconceptions, so I can really be open and
understand like a child. Swimming upstream against the current of normalcy
and ordinary compliance, escaping the traditional rules of society, and the
predictable world of routine plastic life. I want to go everywhere, do
everything, before I become part of the homogenous mass. Armed with an
adventurous spirit, a smile for protection, my eyes as calling-cards, I am
fully equipped to start my true education. Please accept this as my job
application. I am willing to start immediately. See you on the Camino!
This morning I went early to the
Cathedral, standing at the back, leaning against a pillar, watching and
listening. In front of me a pilgrim sitting. Recently arrived, I guessed.
Behind her a rucksack, its belt out curled and unfurled, bent to the shape of
her waste. Its colour orange, faded to brown. The
straps of its shoulders looped and bent and ready. Its weight I judged to be
about eight kilos. (Pilgrims know about these things). Next to the bag,
draped over the back of the pew, a wide brimmed hat to keep off rain and sun.
Next to the hat a poncho, still light speckled with morning rain. For a
moment she stood, head bowed. I saw dark boots and gaiters and trousers that
had started the journey firm but now hung slack. A sweat shirt stained. Age?
The camino hides the years. Her face had developed
a rough, handsome texture. The hair cropped and light, burned and drenched by
wind, sun and rain. Around her neck she wore a red bandana. I liked this
untidy vagabond so much more than the full faced, full fleshed woman who had
departed Dortmund, Paris or Montreal. The music of the mass swelled. My pilgrim leaned forward
to touch a feather she had fixed to the head of her pilgrim’s staff. And I
thought, pelegrinos all, I love you.
The ancient and famous town of Castrojeriz has a Roman castle on the hill and three very interesting
churches; one with an inverted pentagram star. This place has a very special
meaning and feeling for me. Outside of town is a long forty minute climb up
that is rugged, hot and dusty. I asked Santiago to help me up this difficult climb. I used the rest step
and breathed deeply. I ascend the hill with ease, and not winded at all
compared to my fellow pilgrims. In appreciation I picked up a stone to take
with me and played my didgeridoo at the lookout with its vast view. I had a
premonition that something had happened to my aged father, like he had just
passed away. Three days later, I received the news that my father had passed
away on that same day, and would I collect a rock and play my didg’ in remembrance. My hairs stood on end thinking of
the supernatural and serendipitous event. The Camino had provided us with
another phenomena; difficult to explain how or why.
There were three great pilgrimages
of the middle ages: Jerusalem; where Christ was crucified. Rome;
where Peter founded his Church. And Santiago, from which Europe was evangelized. Any Christian who made one of these
pilgrimages was given an extraordinary blessing. If a man made all three he
was considered almost within a heavenly state.
Lets imagine starting on a pilgrimage from Paris
in the middle ages. It’s a spring day. We meet near Notre Dame, at the tower
of St, Jacques. Over two hundred
pilgrims have gathered. There are Christian laymen who seek salvation at the
tomb of St. James; many are old and sick, there will be frequent deaths on
the way. There are knights, escorted by their ladies, who promised if they
survived battle would journey to Santiago.
There are monks, priests and even cardinals who leave to accomplish a dream
of visiting Santiago as a
highlight of their life within the church. There are criminals who have been
sentenced to the choice of five years or a pilgrimage to the tomb of St. James.
Many of their offences are petty. They are required to obtain a Compostela to
prove that they have completed the pilgrimage - in many Spanish border towns
the business of selling the compostelas is
operated. The criminal has a nice seven months in Spanish inns; drinking wine
and eating lamb chops and submits his proof of pilgrimage upon his return.
There are the beggars, thieves, forgers and others that hope to make
financial gains moving back and forth on the Camino, living off the devout
for years at a time. There are the merchants, painters, architects and
weavers who used the Camino as an open market. And then there are government
agents sent to monitor what is happening on the road in Northern
Spain.
Everyone wears the famous uniform: heavy cape, used as protection against
the rain or as a blanket. Eight foot staff with gourd for carrying water.
Heavy hiking sandals for the nine-hundred mile walk, and the broad rimmed
felt hat with attached cockle shells.
During our first days we were escorted by cavalry for protection, and
later on the Templar Knights would protect us as we march through the
beautiful river valleys of France
along the well-travelled southern routes. We arrive
at the foothills of the Pyrenees, crossing the
mountains to Roncesvalles. The
dangers faced by the pilgrims are many; lack of food, polluted water,
murdered by bandits, forsaken dusty plains, splippery
mountain tracks, soaking rains; westward to the endless horizon. The pilgrims
stayed in Spain’s
many hospitals, refugios and albergues.
To be part of the camino route a town had to have
three things: a church, accommodation for pilgrims, and a market for
commerce.
Remember, getting to Santiago
was but half the trip as one had to return home, so a pilgrimage could take
seven to ten months to complete. Modern day pilgrims sometimes take a
lifetime, doing short sections annually. However, a pilgrim with good shoes
and no injuries can complete the Camino in as little as four weeks. Buen Camino.
I, James, Jacobi, Jacques, Iago,
son of Zebedee of Gallilee,
brother of John a son of thunder, spreading God’s word to the world. I saw
the crucifixion of Jesus. I traveled the Iberian peninsula
and converted the natives to Christianity. In Zaragoza
I was rewarded for my missionary work by a visit from the Virgin Mary. I
returned to the Holy Land after five years and because
of my outspoken Zealous piety was beheaded by Herod Agrippa. I am the first
martyr. My decapitated head was miraculously reconnected to my body and
placed on a stone boat with no sails or oars. The crew of knights left Jaffa and traveled through the
pillars of Hercules all the way to the Galician coast in only seven days. I
was entombed sixty miles inland and forgotten for almost eight hundred years.
In 814 a hermit saw an unusually bright star hovering over a clearing. My
body was soon brought to light intact, uncorrupted by time in the place now
known as Santiago de Compostela. Spain
was overrun by the Moors. In 844 at the battle of Calvijo
I was seen on my white horse, swinging my great sword, killing thousands of
Moors. I am now known as ‘Matamorres’.
“Rally around my divine white horse and merciless sword. I give you the
invincible hope of victory as you battle the arm of Muhammed;
the sacred relic of the Moors.”
St. James the tryptic: the Pilgrim, the Apostle,
the Moor-slayer.
The re-conquest of Spain
had started, and through the glory of Santiago
the overthrow of the new world was accomplished. I spurred the socio-economic
growth of northern Spain.
Towns and villages all along the pilgrimage routes were enhanced by the
myriads of pilgrims from all over Europe. Clergymen,
artists, architects, aristocrats, peasants and thieves (and more recently
tourists) were all drawn by my essence, spirit and legend. Millions have
walked the way, and millions will come to experience life as a humble
pilgrim.
“Ultreya!” – Buen
Camino to you, my blessed Pilgrims.
Architectural features ooze from
the past. The classical, the neoclassical classical hoopla. Just enjoy the
rich textures of the past. Do not worry about your Baroque nave or your Roman
asp. Though your Templar nerve might be something to remember. To get lost in
the intellectual is to not see and feel the meanings of your imagination when
looking at these ancient treasures. When one realizes these sites where built
to impress the peasant people of the dark and medieval ages, to change their
point of view to give them an awesome of view of the divine. to be cont.
Walking through the many ancient
hamlets and villages of Galiciaia
an olfactory fest. The most noticeable is the pig, cow and sheep manure
spread liberally throughout the fields. This intense bouff
wafts freely in the moist air. Ascending high into the Condes
del Torre mountains the new growth pine wood bosque offers a kind and gentle odour
on the fresh cool breeze. As I walk on the wide paths the last 20 k. there
are eucalyptus groves. The air, humidity and shade make for a pleasant
smelling walk as I finish my camino in Santigo.
With bread and wine you can walk
the camino. This is so true in this wonderful wine
culture. The many regions we passed through made me a lot more aware of how
really important wine and bread are. Each area has its own flavour and style. The world famous Rioja
of Navarra deep red purple heavy body great legs
and a good nose. From the flat lands with its hot sunny days has this wine
all over the world. I walked for 7 days of ripe grapes just bursting with flavour and sugar. My fingers stained and sticky with the
flat land gold, for as far as the eye can see. The bread here is lite crust very soft insides, machine made, not my
favorite though the wine is excellent. In contrast; the wonderful new white
wines of Galicia with their light effervescence and
easy drinkability makes copious consumption a
strong possibility. Along with the Pulpo (octopus),
this combination made me wander back to the albergue
to spend a peaceful snoring night at the expense of my fellow pilgrims. The
bread here of course; heavy crust and dense heart & body - excellent.
After an amazing 34 days on the Camino,ajoyas arrival in
Santiago. Many pilgrims tired but happy to be at this special destination.The Pilgrim mass spoken in many tongues of
the planet. The massive insense burner operated by
6 helpers swung like a giant pintata the width of
the cathidral over 100 ft. across.I
viewed the relics of Saint James and enbraced the
jeweled effigy on the ornate golden altar. The enormas
pipe organ blaired with intense volume.I
thought of my resntly passed away father who would
have loved this fabulous instement. I prayed for
world peace,family,friends and the pilgrims my new
extended family....
The tomb of Sancho El Fuerte is most impresive Sancho
was 7ft. tall and was obviously well respected, his mosiliom
is50 ft. tall loaded w/ stain glass depicting his pias
fighting career. Where he freed the slaves.The
actual chains venerate the tomb. I made a very awesome didgeridoo recording
the room had big natural reverb. The cloister is impressive but is paled by
El Fuerte. Do not miss it ,many have.
Climbing up steep grade on a foggy
early morning cow bells ring in a sunny day. as I step on the trail of The Chevaux, for all the horses that died pulling Napolion¨s cannon up the Pyreneese
I use the rest step that works very well. Rolling green hills apear from the fog,big views
unfold as the clouds roll by. Walking is good for thinking kilometers pass. I
think of forgiving my self as well as others.Kilometers
pass I can not beilive I am doing this more
stunning views come into the morniglite.
On the treeless wind swept mt.top, long haired mt. sheep w/eggplant black faces share the hills with
stocky draft ponies. 22k. takes me to a woodland near the abby
of Roncesvalles.I will spend the nite here at the abby a
traditional refugio. I am tired.....
I choose to walk only to the gite. in Hounto a400 mt. climb. 1/3 the elevation. to spend the evening and
have a country meal.Served by French farmer and his
wife.3 course meal w/ wine.aok. The 2 hr. dinner 17
guests. plumb aperitif called Adzike w/ red wine sauage,veggie soup from the garden, duck w/ frenchfries,and pear tart.
Great deal for 27$ Euros. I look forward to my 22 k. hike as the Milky Way
shines brightly showing ¨¨The Way¨¨ to the .Camino
As I took my first step on the
Camino I pass through the church of San Tiago. He
looks down on me with determination staff leading the way. A sweet acordion sound drifts past as the Basque player smiles knowingly,I cross over the river Nieve
tears fill my eyes. Overwelmeded with joy and
passion with all the ones I carry in my heart. My cheeks wet as i savor every moment of this sacred pilgrim´sexperiance. The pilgrims call ULTREYA ,ONWARD............
If you want to send mail to Kit
send it to Christopher Nuzum lista de correos
Santiago Galicia, Spain.
That is the geneal delivery where I can pick up
mail at the end of the walk.Remember they only hold
mail 30 days.The walk can take 6 wks.I start the walk Sept.11. Your mail will mean alot to a pilgrim.
Local Orcas Island resident willwalk on the same routes as historic patriarcs. Charlemagne, Pope John 13 and St. Frances of Assi,all have shared "The Camino". Kit's first
leg is over the Pyrenees mnts. The Napoleon route
reaches 1300mtrs,almost 4000 ft. This route is also a smugglers and Basque
refugee route. Kit leaves Saint Jean Pied de Port France on the 27 k. walk,it will take 7 to 10 hours to complete the 15 mi.
excursion. Kit's destination Rocevalles Spain to a
12th century Agustinemonistery
where Sancho the Great's tomb is.Kit
hopes to start his didgeridoo recording and take some great architectual video for "The Way" the movie.An adventure toward the unknown.Like
Ulysses, Dante, Don Quiote and Columbus.
A digital video camera was just
purchased to document "The Camino" also known as "The
Way" through the eyes of the pilgrim. the tiny piece of sophisticated is
a modern day miricle.It can record audio /vidio and take snapshots to up load photos on the way the
show will be edited and a multi media presentation at the Livingroom
in Eastsound Wa. Interstingartifacts,multi layers of sound,BIG
screen projection, computorlink,didgeridoopreformance,silent auction of all the pilgrims gear
and spanish wine and food................... Proseeds will go to ChildrensHospitol of Seattle............
A pilgrim is a human. Pilgrims have
faith. Faith that they will make their adventerous
journey without harm. They have faith in God hopefully. They have fears of
the unknown.They have hope that they will succeed
on their long and trying experience of the spirit and body. They hope that
the pilgrimage will make them more honorable in the eyes of God. Why do we
leave our cozy cabins, comfortable life styles and easy existence of our safe
lives? Because we know there is more than meets the minds eye.There
is spirt that calls that motivates us to to do the unusual.To vacate the
usual and get on with the unknown.To go where few
have gone.To be all you can be and suprise your self how fabulous we all are. Life is a
pilgrimage from one conscience to another..........
lv. Sea-Tac Sept 5/02 United 12:05
p.m. lv. Washinton D.C.
Dulles 9:10 p.m. av. Paris Sept. 6/02 10:25 a.m. lv.
Paris on T.G.V. bullet train to Agen. 2 hrs. lv. Agen to village of Monflacan 45 min. 3 nites with
friends lv.Monflacan Sept.9 0/2 to Bayone via train. lv. Bayone to San Jean 2 nites to
site see and gather info. Start trek at foot of Pyrenees French side.7 hour
hike to the abby of Roncesvalles
Spain
I just acquired a pair of very
comfortable walking sandals as my backup foot wear. Great idea. Also Eran of Paradise upholstery shop is building my custom
didgeridoo travel bag. Thanks to Earth ball Eric for his generous gift of
actual waterproof earth ball material complete with Spain and West Africa on
it. The most lovely calling card was produced by Stark Images.The
scallop shell is the symbol of the pilgrimage of San Tiago
to Santiago on The Camino
Why are you going on this extensive
pilgrimage? Truly I can not tell you exactly but I do have a calling. I first
heard of The Camino from my sweet heart LilianaCarosso who with her mother drove "The Way"
last year Sra. Carosso was conceived and lived as a
teenager in Galicia. She told stories of mid evil
edifices, dence woods and mountain villages. Filled
with stories of flavor full hanging hams, local wine, and following ancient
footpaths of St. James. 800 kilometers,5 mountain ranges taking 6 weeks to complete
on foot with a rook sack. WoW that sounds like a
life challenge to me. I have never been a hiker before. I won't be able to
say that after this adventure...........
