Caceres-virgine de la montagne

I did write a post about this, but lost it. Mary comes down from the mountain for her holidays, to spend a week in the town church. It takes about 6 hours for her to be carried down and she stops and is adored, sung to and danced at along the way. She meets another angel, held by children, doing same swaying hypnotic walking as they tap the sticks and the songs and dancing get more joyous as she gets closer to town. For a couple of non-believers, we were both quite enraptured by Mary and the ceremony and watched from several viewpoints, including a wine in the plaza mayor at the end at midnight!

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Santiago here we come 25km to go!

We had a lovely rest day in ponte verde when we just did 10km and then met dad at the cathedral and decided to just chill out.
We all went for a beautiful (or so I thought) lunch, c and I wandered around the town, c even brought her camera and took a few pics. We had a wine in the plaza and spent time people watching then early to bed.
Woke a bit squiffy next day. On and off as we walked, but it was the best walking we had had in a few days. Agricultural suburbs, rivers, old bridges and woodland beautiful.
We came down into a town at 10km after we had powered past all the other peligrinos up a hill.
The owners of the cafe were standing there waving we went yay!! And ran down the hill. Coffee, toast. Yum!
Then it all went a bit wrong, felt v acidy and nauseous for next ten km. loosened waist belt, tried not to think about meatballs which I was pretty sure were the culprit.
C found hotel and checked us in, while I sat with bags. When we got to room I was sick a few times, drank gastrolyte, sick again then managed to sleep. C saved the day later with digestives and 7up.
In am I decided to ship bag, but thought I could walk 18km. Bit delusional as at about 3 km felt terrible, couldn’t tell c as she would panic, but yay! Cafe at 5 km. we ordered a cab and I have spent day sleeping. Feel I can walk into Santiago tomorrow yay, but still getting bag shipped!

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The camino 165km mark. 75 to go!

Blisters on little toes the main blight since we left Porto on 5th may. Otherwise, loving it… Felling fit, strong, powering up the hills. C been well whole trip, not a glitch. All good. Yay!
Even gave my first public performance of ukelele at casa fernandas. A sort of home stay, dad couldn’t hobble to get the uke fast enough when they asked if anyone played guitar. Bit embarrassed (read Beetroot) but aided by a few ports, we had a great singalong with 4x Lithuanians, 4x Aussies, 1x German and 1 American who lives in Zurich + fernanda and her hubby.

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AAAAHHHHH a bath and no coed dorm tonight. So happy!!!! Muchas gracias

Cards on the train Seville to Caceres.

We got on and this older couple sat across the aisle from us. It’s a “local” train so we settled in for the 5 hour journey, by having an orange- they bloody are amazing from Seville. 
Then we continued the scorpa challenge, which I did win 100:94. 
The guy opposite was watching and so we invited him over. Manolo, left his wife Antonia to come and play. We tried to teach him scorpa and then he taught us rondo. 
This was all in Spanish and gestures/ English and gestures and laughing. Turned out manolo was 75 “but felt 15”. 
Then an American girl who is living in Spain teaching English came and joined us and interpreted. It certainly passed the time, especially when manolo started showing us rondo version 2, 3 each time more tricky and with a little bit more vindictiveness, which I do love in a game!

The rain in Spain falls mainly in Madrid

Madrid in the rain

Art galleries abound! (And unfortunately today, football “fans” what is it with European men in football shirts walking through the streets with cans of lager chanting??? Especially when they are chanting gay lord at the other team-what are they 5??)
Anyway, morons aside…
In madrid the art galleries charge entry ranging from 6-14 euros (quite pricey on the coffee index- how we work out relative expense or country.  This entry equivalent to 4/5-8/10 coffees) ImageImageImage
however, with a little queuing, they do have free time for the late living, low budget art lover. In our short time in Madrid we managed to capture the free sessions at the 3 biggies;
thyssen-bornemisza (huge collection including amongst others Picasso, lucien Freud-C’s fave, and Lichtenstein)
And free entry to Dali exhibit (7-9pm) largest collection so far apparently (we saw the big exhibition in aus, but still there were ones I’d never seen) but in 2 hours we only made it half way through.  
Prado 6-8pm lots of Goya and I actually saw some Heironymous Bosch. So wierd, surrealist in 16th century. Coz of colettes catholic origins and my tiger balm gardens (in Singapore diaramas of hell made a big impression on me!) experience if a child we both loved him. 
He does all these hell paintings-people being boiled and eaten and tiny devils brilliant. Especially loved the table of seven deadly sins, so while being gluttonous you do it knowing what is coming. 
Then we a huge free cubist exhib and virxilio vieitez a Spanish portrait photographer from 1950s to 70s. Photos of families and individuals from northern Spain villages. 
And……we both bought a pair of shoes. Couldn’t help it, well I “needed” some flip flops for after the camino and these beautiful red leather criss cross slip ons fit the bill. Gorgeous. 
C got some super funky leather plimsole sort of shoes. She’s been looking for ages and today finally got her funk on. I am slightly jealous of them, would have got a pair if she didnt. We seem to be morphing a bit due to limited clothing, walking shoes and cold weather again necessitating 2x black tops and black puffer jacket with jeans, it’s a tad similar! Eternal vigilance!!!?