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Camino del Norte – Day 15 Comillas to Serdio

Moving forward is the only way to go Pa’lante es pa’llà.

Date: 9th June, 2024

Section: Comillas to Serdio

Region: Cantabria

Distance: 18.65 km

Average temp: 25 degrees

Time on the trail: 5.45 hours

Ascent: 420m

Decent: 334m

Staying: Serdio

Hosteria El Corralucu – Rural guest house right on the camino way. 55 for a double room with breakfast. Clean, comfortable, big rooms, a bit of noise from the room upstairs, but not crazy. A small blink and you’ll miss it town with a good cafe for dinner just a few minutes walk away called ‘La Gloria’.

Recommend, yes ✅.

Instagram: Link to extra photos and daily caption.

Today:

Yes! I am back on the camino, almost a year later and back in Comillas where I left off last time. Gosh, my toes were so injured last time that I really wasn’t sure if I would make it back. No gel polish this time (insert hand over face emoji here). It was a first for me to have to STOP, to really just stop. I wasn’t even sure if I would want to come back, but after writing up the last stage of my camino I felt the familiar call. I am not finished here, it’s still unfinished business for me. There is still some 400 odd kms to go, so here I am ready to walk another 120 of them.

I arrived last night after walking to the station from my home, training to the airport, flying into Bilbao, Alsa bus to Santander and then onto Comillas via a local bus. At the bus stop in Santander I noticed a lady that I had also seen on the plane. We started chatting – as you do when you look like you’re here for the same thing. The hiking pants, backpack and poles are a giveaway. Her name was Jenny and she was Dutch and was also making her way to Comillas where she too had left off last time. So random. She also has four kids and takes off from time to time to walk long walks. Funny don’t you think, a classic camino style coincidence and right from the get go! This is going to be interesting I thought to myself – for sure I am MEANT to be here.

We talked about where we were staying and she was planning the ‘wing’ it type camino. That is, she will just land somewhere and find a place to stay. I was doing it a bit different this time. I had pre booked the first three nights and have planned continue doing this and to have my own room rather than share with people I don’t know. In this phase of my life I just need my sleep! I also need a little more privacy to deal with being a woman in midlife who now needs HRT, glasses and space when I have walked all day. I was also very tentative about my toes – could they still do this day in day out walking. I had whole rituals prepared for this and 7 days of walking to find out.

Of course it is a little more expensive this way but I planned to be organised with food supplies and I am here for a week not a month so it is manageable. This camino I am very curious about what I like (really like) now and of what I think (really think) now. I want to practice making decisions and having a point of view that is less bendy to that of others. I want to remain flexible and spontaneous of course and open to new ideas and perspectives. But I want to be able to choose the energy I give and the energy I take with more care. Like Laurence from France who I wrote about in my last post, she was so good at that. All the strong women I met on the last stage of this camino were, it was the theme.

Naturally, the camino being the camino it didn’t give me much time before I had my first experience to test myself. Jenny was having trouble locking down a dorm room in Comillas. I could offer to share my pre booked double, but deep down I just wanted to start on my own way. There were other rooms available and she was not going to be stuck. There was also the option of staying in Santander and bussing into Comillas early the next day. Always decisions when you walk a long walk, like life. Still though, even as I write this it doesn’t sound very ‘of the camino spirit’ however, it felt like I need to to choose myself in this moment. Look, she may well not have wanted to share with a stranger but still this showed me how hard it is to choose myself sometimes and to not overthink it! I might still be overthinking it. Uuurgh.

After a delicious dinner, a good night sleep in Comillas and with a backpack loaded with fresh food and supplies for the day I was off. Off in the rain! Ha ha the rain in Spain. Of course sun in summer is not a given in the North of Spain, there is a reason it is known as ‘Green Spain’. You need rain for green. It wasn’t unpleasant, I was giddily happy to be walking again and the rain was only in the morning.

There were the firsts, the firsts of the normal things you expect on a Camino del Norte day. The first café con leche, the first ocean views and the first of the pilgrims or as I like to call them, the camino characters. And they happened all at once at my first stop at a beach cafe.

The coffee was so very welcome after 10kms of walking and just a bread roll and some fruit to start the day. The ocean views as always had me grinning from ear to ear and the pilgrims – well, they were very interesting indeed. An older couple who were Oxford University professors. You just never know who you will share a coffee with along a camino! Honestly, I don’t know where else I would randomly just have a coffee with a couple of professors, let alone from Oxford. It was a grand start.

As the walk went on, once again I was just enamoured by the overgrown every things, the animals in the paddocks, the constant of the ocean to my right and the rolling hills and farms to my left. Life is good. Dang I am glad to be back. I happily walked solo today and cherished every single moment. The milder weather made for a comfortable day of walking and as always it feels like the ultimate luxury to have this time and space to just walk. It just feels like me being me. (Note to self: maybe this is a clue for me in narrowing down my ikigai*.)

I arrived in at Sergio in the early afternoon and was so grateful my guest house was right on the camino way, this makes everything so easy! I was able to check in, shower and rest before heading out to dinner. There was only one cafe in the town, La Gloria. It was just a few minutes away, my feet are in excellent shape, toes are fine and I happily strolled down in my best evening wear – the socks and sandals. This will be no surprise to those who know me, this is my absolute favourite hiker-chic attire.

The menu of the day (menu del dia) with the local favourite bean stew was perfect for the end of this long hiking day meal. In the restaurant I got talking to Ted and Bobbie from the US and I heard a number of other accents around the cafe. Bobbie had walked this camino before and she was walking this time with husband. While I only met the two professors along the way today, this cafe stop in this tiny town showed me there are others around. I do wonder who will the camino put in my path along this walk and what lessons are in store for me this time around. No expectations, I will just walk.

Highlight:

All the firsts in that one spot on the beach. Coffee, connection and the Cantabrian sea.

Ho hum:

Imagine a place where things happen not because of an algorithm created to sell you something but because you’re out living your life!

*Ikigai: a Japanese concept that translates to “a reason for being” or “a reason to wake up in the morning.” It represents the intersection of purpose, meaning, and joy, bringing value and fulfillment to your life.

Not always sure where I am going but I am on the way …

Ahh the camino though – what a brilliant guide book it is to life. Every camino has always reminded me of what matters, of who I am, of what I need to be considering and it’s challenged me to reflect deeply. Each long day along the ancient paths an opportunity for the camino to work it’s magic by providing the moments, experiences, people and the possibilities needed for such introspection. Always, I am reminded to meet myself exactly where I am in life, and really – is there any other place we should be?

Hiking the Camino del Norte has been my post covid hiking project after walking the entire Camino Frances in 2018. I started in 2021 and it is now 2026. I am about to publish the 2024 daily stages of my walk as I prepare to leave for Spain later this month to finish this camino project. Excitedly with a tad of trepidation I am yet again off to walk a long walk! I have been walking a number of long walks these past years (Scotland, Italy, Japan) and hopefully they will find their way to this space in the future. But first it is time to finish this project. A hiking project 5 years in the making!

It does feel rather significant that for the past 6 years I have lived my life alongside a yearly or biennial walk along the Camino del Norte. The Norte has been a constant through these years of growing children, menopause, life on the other side of the world, the covid effects, losing myself, rebuilding myself and all of the easy and hard, joyful and not so joyful days that life gives us.

Having just reread my hiking posts of this long hike thus far, the Norte has shown itself to be quite the mentor to me in this time. Ironically, just last weekend I was saying to some friends that I missed having a mentor. Mentors have always been significant in my life and career. Yes, the camino has been my friend and mentor, it has shown me my weaknesses and strengths – all the the while putting exactly what I need in my path. This is probably one of my favourite new thoughts, seeing the camino as a mentor.

You may recall that I left you after my last post in Comillas. It was my first ever #CaminoOver and it was due to injury, a bit of a silly preventable one. But it taught me I am human, that I am not invincible and that I DO need to know myself better. I took those lessons with me and came back to the Camino in 2024 stronger and ready to practice knowing myself better. I’d love it if you’d indulge me and read along as I write up my 2024 walk (albeit 2 years later) as I prepare to leave for my final stretch of the Camino del Norte soon….

If you want a refresh of my walk reflections you can read my stage by stage posts from day one here!

Camino del Norte – Day 14 Santillana del Mar to Comillas

Whatever you do, do it intensely – Hagas lo que hagas, hazlo intensamente.

Date: 4th July, 2023

Section: Santillana del Mar to Comillas

Region: Cantabria

Distance: 23 km

Average temp: 30 degrees

Time walking: 4.5 hours

Ascent: 527m

Decent: 590m

Staying: Comillas

La Huella del Camino – Small double albergue 20 per night in a triple room including breakfast. The room is luck of the draw, there are also larger dorm rooms but they are very modern and have all the facilities.

Recommend, yes ✔️. Clean, modern and comfortable, easy walk into the village and to El Capricho, kind host.

Instagram: Link to extra photos and daily caption.

Today:

It was a tired start to the day today after tossing and turning. I just couldn’t get comfortable on the bunk bed. The mattress wasn’t great and every time I moved the bed squeaked. I was so worried about waking my ‘roomie’ on the top bunk so I’d lay awake for ages worrying about moving to try find a comfortable way to sleep. At some point I just resigned myself to the fact that I was not going to have much sleep.

My feet weren’t hurting to walk on but when I woke I decided that today I would prioritise taking care of myself, not push too hard on my sore toes and I’d acknowledge that I was starting to feel tired, really tired. This feels like a new place for me. I might even need to take a rest day tomorrow. I have walked over 1,000 camino kms in my life and never had I taken a rest day. But I guess the time comes when we (I) have to learn that we (I) can’t simply do things the way we’ve (I’ve) always done them. Oh camino, there you go forcing me to meet myself where I am again.

Despite my toes I had a really beautiful day of walking today. Coincidentally, I end up walking most of the day with my ‘roomie’ from last night who I now know as Alex from Los Angeles. We walk and talk for hours. She tells me about her life and how close she is to her mum even though they don’t live near each other. This hits home a little for me as I struggle with the idea that my children may well live all over the world as a result of us moving them to Europe and staying longer than planned. We didn’t intentionally leave Australia for this long, but here we are and with each year that passes it seems harder to return. We walk a fast pace, maybe too fast because a time comes when my feet are so sore that I realise I need to take a break.

The next cafe I see I decide to take a break for lunch and bid Alex farewell. She is walking further than I am today. I stop at a cafe and bump into Megan and Laurence, of course I do! This is what happens in camino life. It is full of such lovely coincidental moments. The camino accommodation seems to be heavily booked at the moment and I’m glad to already have a bed booked for the evening. One thing I don’t need to think about. For whatever reason there is a bottle neck of pilgrims in the next few towns. Laurence and Megan whats ap ahead to book into where I am staying and they manage to secure the last beds.

My drink arrives with a big glass of ice which I use to ice my toes. I never usually take my shoes off along the way but I felt I needed to today. I am wearing Saloman trail runners and I am realising they may be a little too tight and hard in the toe area for my feet. I hope my toe nails are ok, I’m starting to worry a little. Megan and Laurence have eaten so they started walking again as I settle in for long lunch. Seafood and fresh salad. Just delicious. Oh how I love this about the Camino del Norte. I don’t recall the food being this good along the Camino Frances in 2018.

After a break my feet are rested and I am ok to walk again. Perhaps the ice has numbed my toes. Either way I’m good. As I head, out I pass a church I see Michelle, a French pilgrim I had met days earlier. I comment from across the road about the church. “Meh, I don’t like it” she matter of factly confidently shouts back. And then I wonder, did I even have an opinion?!? And if so, was it an honest, confident opinion or was it an adjustable, peace keeping or a people pleasing one? I think in that moment I could adapt my opinion. Look, I know it’s only a church, and Michelle is from France where they do have beautiful churches, but there was something bigger going on here for me. Once again, I was struck by meeting another woman who seemed to know what she thought and exactly who she was in that moment.

Further along the way I meet up with Laurence and Megan again. We walk the final stretch together into our accommodation. By the time I have arrived in Comillas I have already decided that I will stay an extra night. I will have a rest day tomorrow and see what is going on with my toes. Laurence and I are sharing a triple room with Silvia, a Parisian. Silvia has already stayed a night here. She was walking the camino to be sure she could do it alone. She realised she could. She also realised she no longer wanted to, so she was going home.

After some time Sylvia shared with me that a few years ago she didn’t know much about herself, what she liked, what she didn’t like, she often didn’t even know what she wanted to eat. This was resonating so much with me as I sat there listening – in a body that I didn’t recognise, with a spirit that didn’t know if it belonged here in this European life or home in Australia in our old life, and with toes that were giving me the sinking feeling they were about to end this camino for me.

Laurence and I take a stroll to the beach once we are showered and settled. We take a sit in the square to have a glass of wine with some olives. We talk a lot. I share with her the difficulty I have with sharing rooms and space as I struggle with feeling I need to acknowledge people even when I just want to be left alone and quiet. She tells me ‘you can choose where your energy goes’. This sounds so simple but they are important words for me today. I notice over the next days how she gently does this. Respecting other people but doing her own thing with a calm certainty. I need to work on this agreeableness that I feel I need to have when I’m out in the world. This desire to keep things easy others. I think I have developed it in the past years as I’ve become uncertain of myself and where I am. French women seem to ooze a calm self assuredness. I knew I probably shouldn’t have been out walking on my sore toes this afternoon, but I was being agreeable!

Tonight, I sat at a shared table with a group of women who I will probably never see again. We shared our jars, cans and fresh food to create healthy plates of food. Aaaah this is what and how I love to eat. It was so simple and also just so heart warming. I realise we’re all just at various stages of life, figuring it out, all walking with our own stuff. I have met remarkable women along this camino and the conversations I’ve had with them will be what I remember of this stage of my camino. I’m sure of this.

I didn’t only take one rest day here I took three. So, I wrote a post about my standard first aid kit before this camino. I thought I was a bit of an expert when it came to blisters and the like. It’s now apparent that even seasoned hiking veterans make rookie mistakes. Before leaving for this trip I took myself off for a pedicure to make sure my toenails were in order. ‘Gel polish will be good for your toes, it will keep them strong’ the pedicurist assured me. I wan’t so sure and to be honest I didn’t really think it through. Agreeable!

As it turns out gel polish isn’t good for your toes when you’re going hiking – there’s no give in the toenails with they are so hard. When you’re hiking 20 odd kms a day, up and down mountains, toe nails need give in them. I spent three days at La Huella del Camino soaking said gel polish off and putting ice packs on my bruised toes and nailbeds realising I should have just said ‘no’ to the gel like I wanted to.

Comillas was a sweet place to have this stop though. I visited El Capricho which was brilliant and I enjoyed pottering around town. But like Sylvia I also decided to cut my trip short and to go home. This little town was a turning point. I had a lot of doubts about myself when I left. A lot of questions I wanted to go work out about myself. I was tired and I wondered if writing about and walking the camino was still for me. Maybe I was done. Maybe it was great once, but perhaps it’s no longer for me. Maybe I don’t really know what to offer in this space. In so many areas I was very unsure of myself.

Highlight:

Realising that I need to go home to find my way. It wasn’t here that I would find it.

Ho hum:

Sometimes who we are just runs its course …

* spoiler alert* It would be almost a year before I would come back to this blog. And one day out of the blue my old friend, the camino called. I answered.

Camino del Norte – Day 13 Boo de Piélagos to Santillana del Mar

Tough doesn’t mean you can’t – Difícil no significa imposible.

Date: 3rd July, 2023

Section: Boo de Piélagos to Santillana del Mar

Region: Cantabria

Distance: 20 km

Average temp: 30 degrees

Time walking: 3.5 hours

Ascent: 303m

Decent: 241m

Staying: Santillana del Mar

Albergue El Convento – Room with a bunk bed 16 per night plus  optional 10 Community dinner and  4 breakfast. Shared bathrooms.

Recommend, yes ✔️. Staffed by volunteers. This old convent building is set amongst beautiful grounds and has a calm and relaxing lounge area to chill in. Optional meals but also a kitchen to self cater and washing facilities.

Instagram: Link to extra photos and daily caption.

Today:

Along this camino I have taken many ferry rides to cross over large bodies of water. Today out of Boo de Piélagos it was something different. There is a one stop train ride to cross you over the Ría de Mogro. The train takes you over a rail bridge which is not only dangerous to cross by walking, but is also apparently not legal and you can be fined. The station is just outside the albergue so directly after breakfast I made my way down.

Thankfully, I realised I didn’t have my walking poles before the train came so there was time to promptly scoot back for them. I was walking a little too fast to get my poles according to a fellow pilgrim, ‘slow down, it’s a camino’ he paternally told me – aarghh the pilgrim police. Just.Do.You.Dude. And I’ll do me.

Mostly, I steer clear of the people who have ideas about how everyone should walk or be on a camino. Of course I think we should all be mindful and be courteous to each other, locals and the environment, but I don’t think there is one way to do a camino. I believe there is space for everyone. This what is so beautiful about this long walk, you get to be who you are, adjust as you need, try new things and learn about yourself. No one needs to tell anyone how to be, no thanks. I’m not here for that.

Boy was it good to be back on the official path and to see the yellow arrows again. I will never again take these humble way markers for granted. When you’re tired or unsure they have a knack of popping up, just as you need them to remind you ‘this way pilgrim’. Today, I was mostly walking along country roads. A completely different day to yesterday. Calm weather, none of the extremes. I walked alone most of the day which I enjoyed.

This trip I’m trialing a ‘bum’ bag! It seems I have more things I need to carry these days – glasses for one. I can’t read my guidebook, my phone, menus in the cafes anymore without them. Between the glasses, the hormone patch I’m trialling, yes welcome to midlife and peri menopause I feel like quite a different person to the one that hiked the Camino Frances in 2018, and even the one who started the Camino del Norte in 2021. But this is also why I love the camino, it forces you to see yourself! Even chuckle about such things. The bum bag strap is also excellent to stash the guidebook in.

After arriving at my accommodation for the night, an old convent, it was time to have some lunch and to explore. I went for the pulpo (protein +) and a fresh vegetable salad it did not disappoint. Aside from my breakfasts and snacks along the way I haven’t needed to self cater. There have been healthy community dinners and good food options along the way, plus my accommodation has been so cheap. The medieval town of Santillana del Mar is so beautiful and absolutely deserves its title of ‘one of the most picturesque townsalong the Camino del Norte.

The convent too is beautiful. It has beautiful green, flowery grounds and this induces a relaxing vibe amongst the pilgrims. The Camino del Norte seems to have a more adventurous type of pilgrim. It is nice to be here. I spent this afternoon catching up on washing, working on my blog and chatting to people from all over the world. Annoyingly, the tops of my toes, the nails are really sore. Sore in a way they haven’t been before. I got some cold cans of Aquarius and rather than drink them I used them as ice packs on my toes. This does give them some relief, but I really hope I didn’t damage them yesterday in my long day of crazy off piste walking.

Tonight, I joined the community meal at the albergue and once again it’s super fresh and delicious. I am really enjoying the community meals especially after hiking alone today. It’s nice to sit down to some conversation. Megan is here and I also meet Laurence from France who she has been walking with over the past few days. I am in a shared room but I haven’t met my ‘roomie’ by the time I go to bed for the night. I decided on an early night to rest my feet (toes).

Highlight:

A calm day after the storm yesterday! It certainly was a full on day yesterday to start this camino with.

Ho hum:

It’s good to be able to laugh at ourselves …