So I am fascinated by doors and windows. They are wonderful photographic subjects with curves, carvings, different textures and shadows. Here in Spain, especially on the Olvidado path I have just walked, past lives are etched into surfaces gifting the meandering walker, (in this case a slow peregrina), a glimpse into another world.
Of course some of the photographs also show life now, especially of the larger towns where I stayed on the way, sometimes for a few nights. And the cities , Madrid, Salamanca, Ourense …visited after the walking .
Windows and doors look out as well as inwards. I spent quite a bit of time looking out from living spaces, gazing over roof tops at houses, churches and fields, peering into next door yards and small streets, watching people walk past. All part of a larger Camino which we travel each day in our different cultures.
‘ Doors and Windows : Imagine ‘
First window, from Hotel Artistic in Madrid . Yay we’re here in Spain . Light on curtains, light in my life
And it’s a tall door, Day in Madrid getting ready to start the Olvidado
Se Vende. Said the notice . A pause on our way to Ordunte. Old monastery. First day walking
Padlocked And this was one of the doors to a once thriving monastery
More from ‘Doors and Windows:Imagine’
The front door of. Albergue in Quintanilla, Old house Hostal El Escuder Cilleruelo Got door/ window fever myself ? Valle de Valdebezana . Beautiful door in small church beside path And a close up Arroya , upmarket posada Small wayside chapel after Arija Random photo. Valdeolea Entry to old part of Aguilar Guardo Casa del Peregrino 1579 . At Nuestra Senora de la Velilla .Walking up from Almuhey La Ercina . wayside chapel marking route pilgrims took to Santiago in 11 C Bonar . Hostal Inez Ermita door at start of walk to La Robla Unusual to be blue Nearing Riello ? Lago , old Pueblo near Riello Near Riello La Magica de las Nubes, Riello Orange door at entrance to village past Riello Vegarienza Monasterio Albergue Ermita Santo Cristo on way to Fasgar Ermita at Murias de Paredes Outside Nocedo Outside Nocedo Walking through Bembibre Hostal Las Eras , Cubillos Finally Ponferrada . I think that’s the end of Spanish Windows !
So I may have left out some doors or windows or, alternatively, given the reader door fever. But this collection shows all that I cannot put into words: the joy, the colour, the life, the history, of Spain.
And some of my story as I gazed with curiosity at this country. Hola ! This is a little of what Susanna saw .
The end of a night in Salamanca. Must be one of Spain’s most beautiful cities. Ciudad Dorada (the golden city) because of the gold hue of the stone used in the construction of its buildings.
I should have left that little bar much earlier though.
Which one? First drinks here
Thank you, companero, for staying while I talked and discovered and wondered. And then thought I was discovering. And then thought I was a special discoverer. With my limited Spanish which, after a few Hierbas and a toast to Espana and Australia, was as off kilter as my moving is this morning.
But it was wonderful while it lasted; talk of Salamanca and it’s history and of Spain and her many wars. Then – toreadors, and this barman is a famous Toreador.
Here he is in front of some of his trophies.
And with the book
We spoke for a while and he showed me the book written about him; the barman. We spoke of lots of things while I was quite sober: Family. Spain. Toreador. Franco ( as usual not a great topic to introduce ).
Empty ones on the table
He poured us another of the white liquor. I’m really conversing now, getting into Spanish life with a local Ex Toreador/barman. I’m not just a tourist.
Probably time to leave.
But then his friends come in, and the man who helped the Toreador write about his life. The tall happy guys gather around the small bar, they obviously admire him. And lots of talk. By then I was so pleased to be in this circle of friends
A red champagne looking drink appeared in front of us. Salud! Hey you’ve got to raise your glasses. So I raised my glass to our mutual countries.
Yeh. He stayed outside. I rejoined the group inside and raised my glass.
Ignored the signalling from outside this cheery circle. I like being here, I’m having fun, and I am fun. I thought.
Ducked beneath the bar counter for a photo op with the poor guy who was stuck talking to me.
See? There I am for photo
Maybe time to go ? But it’s just getting so interesting . …..I’m fine, really.
Well ………. Hasta proximo ano. Hasta luego.
I’ve had a great night with such lovely people, and I’m back next year . With even better Spanish. But no Hierbas. Certainly not the white one !
After the Olvidado, and walking an interesting, solitary, often challenging and always surprising Camino in North West Spain –
So the twists and turns continue, but another sort of moving through. Organising where to sleep and eat is easier and there is no arrow chase ( following the path). Communication is easier. But now there are different discoveries.
Train and bus travel, for example, has its own set of learnings:
Book early
Get onto the right platform and into the correct carriage (or you may find yourself somewhere unplanned )
Move on and off very fast ( Spanish trains do not wait).
Carefully navigate the steep, wide gap between train and platform.
Yesterday in Ourense we sauntered to the train station to book the train to Salamanca for the following day. Surprise. Nothing for another 2 days. Off to bus station. Yes said the grumpy guy behind the one office open on a Saturday afternoon “ Diez y Cinco “
A la noche ? Just a sort of what else and a mutter back ( four and a half hours arriving at 3.am)
Anyway after more discussion with the much nicer train woman we managed to get the train this morning as far as Zamora and bussed from there. So here we are in another beautiful city just about to go and find one of the many plazas, and a wine, or beer. And watch,
In the meantime there is lots to keep me engaged:
The unexpected: last night in Ourense I opened the door of a small church just off the main plaza to hear sweet pure voices chanting and there in front of the altar was a mass of whiteness, the nuns in prayer. After a while one of them came forward, veil over her face, and unlocked the fence separating nuns from the rest of the church. She resumed her seat and in walked the priest. He moved to the altar and took out the gold monstrance (a vessel in which the concentrated host is displayed during certain ceremonies, in this case an Exposition of the Sacrament). A short ceremony while nuns chanted and sang. Then off the priest went and the gate was locked again. So young, such sweet voices.
A host of white garbed silent young women in prayer at the front of the church They are a cloistered congregation Madre M Rosario Del Espiritu Santo. A life of silence and solitude spent in prayerful meditation of the Sacred Heart
Gives a better view, from brochure of their congregation
We had drinks on the the small plaza next door, and they were still there later.
Thermal springs in Ourense. All along the Mino river are the Termas, most of them free. You can fling yourself into the cold water and then make your way back to one of the warm baths in the rocks.
At least some people can fling. I had to watch my feet over the stones ! Still great though
Market on Sunday morning in the Plaza. The books are the same as in any second hand book stall: Grisham, Cornwell,Travel and Memoir, the Lucy Walker type Romances, the Twilight trilogy, Kama Sutra, Self help books and classics: Dickens, Austen, Hemingway. Just all in Spanish.Some interesting poetry, but one I fancied was an old book and €20. So I ended buying a €2 title. First paper book have had for 5 weeks
“Constellations on opening the fridge” Great title but just started reading the poems
The Bike Rally we walked into the same morning , next to the Sunday Market.The Main Street was closed off and the area was packed with families on their bikes. There was a long build up to a family cycle circuit it seemed while toddlers walked their small bikes towards stairs and older children did wheelies, Much falling off and crying and laughing from adults. Finally everyone up took off led by guys in motor bikes,
Lots of getting ready and everyone out to cheer on
It’s the daily life that is most interesting , and maybe that’s always the case: churches and rituals, markets, bike rally. And , of course, Food. Last night in Ourense I had grilled vegetables and pulpo
Most of all I love sitting with a coffee or glass of wine and watching and listening to this Spanish world go by. How lucky I am to be here, now.
Underneath all this, though, an underlying life is reassembling . We’re speaking to family at home more now as the phone connection is better, off the mountains, and I find myself looking at family photos. I try to hold the home stories at a bit of a distance, where they actually are, I cannot rush in physically. But I still nearly move in emotionally. The walking keeps all this at bay. But maybe it’s time to get back into that familiar world .
Thank you Adelle for sending me the photos of our house with flowers blooming. I left at the end of winter,
The After – Story: it’s a winding down from the main adventure. Gradually life at home sifts through the layer of doing and seeing and experiencing; the quietude becomes less steady.
There’s a different sort of holding on now. A consciousness of a goodbye and a letting go . I feel rather like Max in my favourite children’s story Where the Wild Things Are
After his magic journey, home called and he
“…. sailed back over a year
and in and out of week
and through a day
and into the night of his very.own room “
I will need my own room soon.
Spanish speak about ‘otra causas’, other things, vague. My vague other is slowly assuming shape and I think I’ll be wanting to return. Only not just yet.
Here I am Salamanca! Plaza Mayor,recognised as one of the most beautiful plazas in Spain. Salamanca, El Dorado, the golden city because of the golden tinted sandstone of its buildings. The Plaza glows.
Well…..First impressions are not always right. We got off the bus at the Estacion de Autobus. Well
Landed,at the bus station .
Then it was a long walk through high rise not especially architecturally beautiful but part of Ponferrada. Doug, walking with me, says it is a good example of what you get when you build only for functionality.
The old town at the top of the hill is completely different.
Up and up , leaving the new part behind
We walked up the steps, through narrowing streets, past small bars, old houses and still sturdy Roman built walls to the Plaza Mayor.
The Basilica Nuestra Signora de Encina dominates this pleasant square. Renaissance church with a 17 C bell tower.
It’s always much hotter in the afternoon and the sun reflects from the stonework underfoot. We were happy to reach our Hostal right in the Centro Historico, our balcony window facing the enormous Castle. The buildings here are big and square and the Medieval castle is the largest I have seen. It has moats and drawbridge and houses a large Knight’s Templar library.
Happy to reach our room. This photo shows only a tiny bit of the castle opposite.
And there we were. Comfortable and cool. We sat outside late afternoon and evening sipping our wines and watching the passing parade of tourists and perigrinos. Ponferrada is on the Santiago route and peregrinos enter the city just down from the castle.
We did look around later and found the chapel of the Convento de la Purisma Conception. A non intrusive, small space in contrast to the towering castle and Basilica. I loved it. It seems the Convent was once the home of the Franciscan nuns and this is their chapel.
Looking over Ponferrada Mary ,Queen of Heaven in the small Convent chapel Mary in mourning . Her heart exposed in Covent chapel A wonderful hanging lamp, real candles, in the Basilica Wooden ceiling with intricate carvings and light in small Convent chapelOf course, I was intrigued by the large Easter candle in the Basilica And the Basilica at night. The sculpture in front represents the Story of the Virgin of the Live Oak (Virgen de la Encina). ****
And now I’m going back to the beginning, revisiting Ponferrada City, although it may have had no historical or artistic merit, it’s the place where people shop and live. Also I quite enjoyed the other part of our day in Ponferrada: a visit to Carrefor, recharging my Orange phone no, and buying 3€ flip flops.
Front of Carrefor An imposing front part. Where do we go? The largest supermarket I’ve seen yet in Spain (or in my home town Fremantle)!
So purchases complete we made our way back through the older part to the far more picturesque, historical precinct where we were staying, I actually felt most comfortable in this “midway” part of the city. Just is. Not especially heritage, not especially beautiful, not built on or over. Pretty grotty in parts but people here going about their day. No tourists or peregrinos.
Coffee here on our way back up Squinting into the sun outside
BUT the most exciting part of my day in Ponferrada: I have some sort of shoes to wear instead of my boots, so no need to walk around on cold or sticky floors, or dirty my socks .
So made it through a couple of electric fences. And fended off two dogs who looked like wolf hounds. I’m told that they are some innocuous sounding breed .But I like a dramatic story.
How big these hounds are !
Dramatic?, Did this with 2 , but others had handles you could hold to open the wire
A while ago, a century ago it seems , we were floating in La Magia de las Nubes, one of the most, yes magic, places to stay on this Camino Olvidado..
In this beautifully creative and loved house live Ana and Laura. As kind and creative as their home. Yes, houses can be kind too. I guess they become part of the people who live in them.
We arrived at the edge of Riello, after 5 hours walk, a bit wet and very weary. We waited as prearranged at a restaurant until Laura and Ana finished work, then they drove us a short way to the place in the clouds. Literally.
The following morning we looked out the windows to the early mist hanging over the mountains.
From our bedroom window early morning Caught one of the four cats in this photo ! This doesn’t really capture the view Beautiful bedroom
We’ve completed the Olvidado.This pretty and comfortable enough town is on the peregrino trail towards Santiago. We’re here because this is where the Olvidado ends. Pleasant, easy, people, with lots of peregrinos passing through. More in five minutes here than we have seen on all of the Olvidado. How one part of me still longs for the Olvidado’s solitariness and silence. And La Magia de las Nubes is a memorable part of our journey in North Western Spain.
Look, it’s so far from those dogs , and even further from where I am now about a week later.
There we had a comfortable bed, great food (the best ensalada I have had on the path) and interesting conversations: About our families, about the area (7 houses occupied at the moment, 32 churches in the area, and a number of major historical buildings in need of restoration). We spoke also, of course, of our separate countries.
Outside La Magia before leaving
In the morning after breakfast Laura dropped us off on the road out of Riello. We were back on the road. A still lovely road but definitely down from the clouds. Electric fences are one thing, I could just crawl under them, but Spanish dogs are another. These ones just wanted to walk with us, but so big.
They shadowed us all the way to the next village. They waited for us at each bend, and leapt out as we reached them! But they were friendly, just big and playful.
We arrived at the albergue minus our escorts, the old Benedictine Monastery. Very different from the night before. But I guess that’s what makes this Olvidado so special. It is so changing, so unexpected, and challenging. From warm bed and good food, simpatica hosts, to welcome beds in what used to be part of an historical monastery, Cooked some pasta and beans bought from the bar/ tienda down the road. It’s all in a days walk. It’s all part of choosing to walk this way.
Lovely window in front of my bed .
Fabada beans, noodles and remains of tortilla. Albergue has kitchen . Yum
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