Luarca was once a whaling center. They are very proud of their fishing heritage.
I can’t say much about this walk except we didn’t get rained upon. It was along cornfields, highways, and through suburbs. However, the entrance to Luarca, a 13th century port city, more than made up for the less than inspiring walk.
The walk started out nice. This picture reminded me of the Blue Ridge Mountains.
We have been seeing these grain storage buildings along the Camino. Many are still used for their original purpose, others have been turned into garages, patios, and outdoor bars. In the second picture below, someone turned theirs into a little vacation/guesthouse.
If you’ve been following this blog then you know my day numbers are getting questionable. Honestly, when you are on the move and staying at a different place each day, you start losing track of, well . . . your mind. 🙂 So please bare with me. In two weeks we plan to be in Santiago. These last couple of days we walked a beautiful stretch through the woods, lots and lots of steep, steep hills, small streams to cross and the occasional view of the breathtaking coast.
We stayed in a most awesome private albergue last night, Casa Carmina. The owners had thought of everything that a peregrino might need, including a wonderful three course meal. They had a great coffee, a full bar, hot showers and clean sleeping quarters. It also gave us chance to socialize with other peregrinos we’ve met along the way. We had a delightful evening.
This morning we got up and continued our trek to Santiago–it’s getting closer but there are still many miles to walk.
I had no idea eucalyptus trees could get so big. Magnificent!
The coast kept popping into view today:
Our walk through the woods this day was quiet and peaceful. When we popped out of the trees I was able to snap a few pictures before we arrived at our destination.
About two hours later we crossed that bridge by foot. Even though there was a pedestrian walkway, I couldn’t look down and my only thought was to get across and put it behind me.
A very pretty city. Many cities and towns in Spain have one, or several, pedestrian plazas where the locals gather day and night to eat, drink, and most importantly in their culture, socialize! I snapped a few photos one evening of a particularly impressive plaza and since it was Friday night, the city was quite alive.
I love that the plaza is a place for families to gather as well. While mom and dad are catching up with their friends, kids of all ages are playing across the plaza.
Drinks on the plaza:
Leaving Gijon and onto Avilés meant traveling through a very industrial section. We decided to take a taxi that brought us almost to a rural area once again. The walk was a pleasant one along a wooded mountain ridge, peaceful but much of what we saw was tall brush and vast fields. Gijón was a delightful and lively city and would love to come back for a longer stay.
Saying goodbye to industrial Gijón: