Traveling Nancy

Traveling around the world as far as I can go.


Fahamore to Camp and Tralee

After walking along the wonderful 6+ mile beach a couple of days ago, we arrived at Fahamore and stopped  to have a late lunch at Spillane’s Pub.  We discovered that it was closed.  A young woman who owned the Palm Road on her bicycle with her daughter .  She would like some tea. So we sat  down to rest for a bit.    We still had 10 km to go to get to Castlegregory.   She suggested that some people take a ride to Castlegory and then get a ride back in the morning to do that portion of the walk.   I thought that was a wonderful idea.

We were taken to the Castle B&B which was absolutely beautiful place.  That is where I did the postings about our climb over the mountain.  It was so wonderful to relax for the evening.



I loved sitting around in the living room by the fireplace.

We had dinner at Pisces Restaurant where I had the most scrumptious fish curry and enjoyed talking with the couples from Chicago that we had met in Cloghane.  I haven’t been photographing our meals, but I need to say that we have been eating some of the best meals I have ever had.

In the morning after a great smoked salmon (lox) omelet breakfast were driven back to Fahamore to start our walk for the day.  This would be the last time we would see Dana & Bruce so I took a photo with Dana.  I had to remember the guy who helped me out on the mountain.


We we started out walking on the beach again.

image.Saw the fishermen in their boats.


Looked back at the mountains.


We we could look back and see one of the  Magharee Island, also known as “Seven Hogs” which were inhabited up until 1980’s  Now they only serve a grazing for the livestock of several farmers. Up until recently , many would swim their cattle and sheep across to the islands at low tide, rowing alongside them in traditional Currachs or other small boats.  Mary, our taxi driver, told us that there is one house left there and it can be renter.  But if you are taken out there and the weather changes, you are stuck until it changes.


Sometimes we had to walk right through the seaweed,


We we also walked across grassy knolls.


I loved this purple house up on the hill.  Purple houses work here.

Loved the rocky beach views.


When we arrived back in Castlegregory, we stopped for lunch at Mo’s Deli for a sandwich.   There were two young children with their grandmother.  One of them was eating the cheese sandwich with a milkshake.   Another one was eating a giant  piece of chocolate cake with her milkshake.   I took a photo, but the grandmother asked me not to post it on the web.

After lunch we walked on a road for a while.  We passed horses grazing on the beach.


Crossed the Curaheen River (which again looks like a stream).


Loved the view of the waves coming onto the beach.


Found some poppies.


Walked across fields of flowers.


Then we came back to the beach walk again.


This time we had to climb over some rocky outcrops to avoid being hit by the waves of the incoming tide.



I have done that more times than I can count on the Oregon coast. But I couldn’t help but think about what it would’ve been like trying to get by there on the rough seas day.

We came across the sculpture that I loved.


Walked by the Church of Ireland Kilgobbi after we left the beach.


Saw very old crypts on the church’s grounds.


This one was from 1835,


took more photos of weed flowers.


Then after 16.5 miles ended up back at James Ashes Pub in Camp for tea before we took a bus back to Tralee.  This was one of our favorite pubs.



Mary had the great idea of asking the bus driver to let us off near the Brandon Hotel so we would be back at Greenview B&B.  Our hostess, Mary, dried some items for us and we went back to the Grand Hotel where, again, I had the best crab cakes I have ever eaten.  More ice-cream with butternut sauce and off to bed.  Have I told you that I have ice-cream almost every day – like on the Camino – but here they almost always serve 3 scoops.  Unlike the Camino I don’t think I am losing any weight.

Off to Galway tomorrow to meet up with David Moran.  I am so excited about seeing him.


Training for Ireland and Ready to Leave for Ireland.

I am leaving for Ireland tomorrow, May 13th.  The distances we will have to walk each day make me a little nervous. On the Camino I could decide each day how far to go depending on how I felt. Although I did a 20 mile (32 km) day, I averaged about 10 miles (16 km) per day. In Ireland our bed and breakfasts are set so we have to walk the distance and will be averaging about 13.5 miles (21.7km) per day.  Well, I still believe that each moment is a unrepeatable miracle so step by step we will do this.

I thought I would let you know a bit about how I have been training.

  • Weekly hikes with Trails Club of Oregon of about 4 – 6 miles each.
  • Weekly hikes with Cascade Prime Timers (mostly in Forest Park) of about 4.5 miles each.
  • Several days on the treadmill averaging 3 – 6 miles each.
  • About 7 hikes with my friend, Ann Pickar.  Thank you, Ann, for helping me train. We walked between 9 and 13 miles each time.  Some of them were:
    • Multnomah Falls – almost to Larch Mountain – Waheenah Falls and back
    • Dry Creek Falls to Herman Creek
    • Wilson River
    • Banks/Vernonia Trail
    • Upper and Lower Sandy River Trail
    • Eagle Creek
    • Upper McCord Creek Falls, Elowaa Falls – Eagle Creek and back

I didn’t take many photos on these hikes, but here are a few from the last one.

Upper McLoud Creek Falls.

Upper McCloud Creek Falls

Elowaa Falls - Oregon.

Elowaa Falls

View of Columbia Gorge

View of Columbia Gorge from near Elowaa Falls

I love Oregon.  We have so many beautiful places to hike.  I know Ireland will be fantastic and I am looking so forward to walking with my friend, Mary Riverstone Williams, who I met walking from Santiago de Compostela to Finisterre and Muxia in October of 2015.  We had such a wonderful time on the last leg of my Camino and I know our time in Ireland will be rewarding.  Walking in Ireland will also give me the opportunity to quietly process and grieve for the loss of my brother, Bob.  My walking the Camino Frances taught me the healing power of quietly walking step by step.

We will be walking 6 days on the Kerry Way, 8 days on the Dingle Way, 8 days on the West of Ireland Walk including a trip to the Aran Isle, and 6 days on the Burren Way.  I hope you enjoy following me on my new adventure.



Final post from my wonderful Camino.

On my last few days of hiking, my mind was flooded with the things for which I will always be thankful.

I am now attempting to adjust to life at home. These are the thoughts I remember. They are in no particular order of importance and I know that I am missing so many things.

My feet for walking and walking km. after km. after km.

The willingness of my body to take step after step after step; day after day after day

  • Sunny days
  • My Zpack
  • My Poles
  • My Wool Buff
  • My fantastic boots
  • Rain (but maybe not torrential/sideways)
  • Clouds when it is hot
  • Breezes on a hot day
  • Locals doing their daily work
  • Pilgrim sculptures
  • Zumo (pronounces something like thumo) Natural =
  • Fresh Orange Juice
  • The variety of wonderful people I met
  • Dancing at a Spanish Festival
  • Old Stone houses
  • Old Stone Churches
  • Old Stone Bridges
  • Small villages
  • Donativos on the path just when you need one
  • Flowerpots filled with flowers on so many houses
  • Hórreos – especially one being used.
  • Enchanted forests
  • Sunflowers (even though they were drooping) and
  • sunflowers with smiley faces and arrows.
  • Grape fields
  • Chestnut trees
  • Paths covered with chestnuts that have fallen
  • Eucalyptus trees
  • Occasional vegetarian meals
  • The Portlandia group of American Pilgrims who helped
  • me prepare
  • Yellow arrows
  • Blue and yellow shell tiles
  • Directional shells imbedded in the sidewalks
  • No bed bugs on me
  • Sheep in the road
  • Cows in the road
  • Birds singing
  • Sunsets
  • Sunrises
  • 360 views on the Meseta
  • Lower bunks or stand alone beds (I only had to use one
  • top bunk)
  • Unpaved paths
  • Lentil soup
  • Kale/potato soup (Galician Soup) when it actually had
  • kale in it.
  • Ice-cream; especially in a cone or Magnum Brand
  • Singing with other pilgrims
  • A full moon at night and when I began an morning hike
  • Pilgrims greeting each other and saying, “Buen Camino.”
  • Locals saying, “Buen Camino.”
  • Pilgrim Blessings
  • Occasional good salads
  • Laughter
  • My lungs for continuing to bring me air on the up hills
  • My knees for continuing to work on the downhill slopes
  • The absolute miracle of every moment
  • My foot massage
  • Beds with real sheets
  • Hot showers
  • Making it up the steep hills
  • Making it up any hills
  • Finding a bar when I am hungry
  • My extra shoe string to hold up my pants
  • My clothesline and safety pins
  • Fast drying clothes
  • Occasional albergues with washers and dryers
  • The bathrooms that had soap to wash my hands
  • The bathrooms that had toilet paper
  • The people who carried out their trash and especially
  • their toilet paper
  • Firm mattresses when I found them
  • People who spoke more than one language
  • The bathrooms that had Paper towels to dry hands
  • Rare find of real butter
  • Albergues that had newspapers to stuff into wet shoes.
  • Communal meals – which were usually the best ones

I am also forever grateful for what I have at home in beautiful Portland, Oregon:

  • My wonderful family
  • My friends
  • My own bed
  • My shower
  • My great big bath towel
  • My Waterpik
  • My comfortable chair
  • My knitting
  • Good food
  • Time to read
  • Oatmeal with walnuts and raspberries


Finisterre to Lires to Muxia

We had a wonderful hike to Lires.  The ocean view was spectacular.

Ocean View to Lires

We were so lucky to pass a horreo that was actually being used.

Preparing corn for Horreo

Horreo being used

We walked through forests.

Waling through forest - to Lires

The yellow arrows and shells we passed showed both ways because some pilgrims walk to Muxia first.

Double arrow

Dopuble shell sign

The views of the ocean and the cliffs along the ocean were wonderful.

Ocean View

Cliff along ocean

We stooped along the way for fresh roasted chestnuts.

The purple flowers were delightful.

Purple Flower

The local people always greeted us with friendliness.

Locals near Lires

We stopped along the way to eat fresh roasted chestnuts at a locals place.

Chestnuts 2

Mary, Maureen, and I took a lovely walk along a path to the beach.  We saw several  rookeries of cranes along the way, but I couldn’t get a good photo of them.

The shore line was spectacular.  We spend a couple of hours just watching the waves crashing into the rocks.

Waves in Muxia

And just relaxing by the shore.

Nancy by shore in Muxia

Mary in Cee

We spent hours just watching the waves.  I know we have a fabulous coastline in Oregon.  I guess having walked 600 miles made this one really special.

Our sunset in Lires was pretty spectacular.

Sunset in Lires


Our walk to Muxia was only 15 km. The path was a bit confusing and we first ended up on a ridge along the shore.  It was such a beautiful spot.

Nancy on the way to Muxia

I was actually able to take this next photo with the timer on the camera.

Way to Muxia

We walked around town trying to decide which albergue we liked the best.  Finally we decided on Delphin which is on the rúa Marina on the seafront.  This is where they stayed in the movie, “The Way.”

We got our Muxiana which is the special certificate for people who walk all the way to Muxia.

The name Muxia comes from Mongia land of monks from the nearby 12th Century Romanesque monastice church San Xulián de Moraine.  These monks came here in 1105 in an effort ot suppress the pagan rituals that were being practised at that time.  Muxiá’s main claim to fame and the reason why it is so intimately connected to the Santaigo story is in the legend of Nosa Señora da Barca in Galician which is located in a very unique spot, right by the ocean, and believed to have been a sacred place of cult for villagers since pre-Christian times. It seems the locals weren’t an easy crowd to convince and convert to Christianity, as pagan rituals were deeply rooted and widespread.

Nosa Señora da Barca


It may also be called  Santuario da Virxe de Barca which stands on a rocky ridge above the surf.

Santuario da Virxe de Barca

Legend has it Muxía was the landing place of the stone boat that carried Virgin Mary when she arrived in Galicia to help Saint James convert the locals. The granite stones you will find near the sanctuary are said to be the remains of the Virgin Mary’s stone boat: the sail, the helm and the boat itself. Since the 12th century, pilgrims on theCamino de Santiago have travelled further on after reaching Santiago de Compostela to pay tribute to Our Lady of the Boat in Muxía.

The ‘remains’ of Our Lady’s boat are also known by other more popular names, and believed to have special curative powers (quite possibly dating back to before the Christianization of the area). The sail is the so-called ‘pedra dos cadrís’ believed to cure back ailments, rheumatic pains and even helping with fertility issues if walking under the stone nine times. The stone boat itself is the ‘pedra de abalar’, a rocking stone also believed to predict catastrophes and have healing powers.

Pedra dos Cadris

I can’t remember the story of this stone.   I think it was cracked during a storm and has something to do with two lovers.

Cracked stone

This entire trip has been so inspiring.  Much of the time I was walking over the past few days I have been flooded with thoughts about all the things for which I will always be grateful.  I have much to process when I return home.

We had views of the town below us.

Muxia from Above

Muxia from Above 2

On our way back down we met a man who was picking Kale for his pigs.  We couldn’t resist taking photos with him.

Rose with Man and Kale

Nancy and Man with Kale

We went to dinner, did our laundry and had a lovely sunset.

Sunset in Muxia

Rose had to leave in the morning on the early bus.  Mary, Maureen and I  had one more day to spend in the Muxía area so we decided to take one more hike (sans backpacks) to another town outside of Muxía.  It was a very enjoyable hike.  Here are some of the photos from the day.

Muxia Panorama





We had a wonderful last day in Muxía.  In the morning we had to catch the 6:30 bus back to Santiago de Compostela.  Mary, Maureen checked into the Last Stamp Albergue and I left my backpack there.  We wandered around Santiago for most of the day and then I had to catch the bus to the airport.


Day in Finisterre

Correction about the tree that I called a Monkey Puzzle: It is a Pino de Norfolk also called a Norfolk Island Pine.

Last night we were able lo leave the door to the deck in our room open. That allowed us to hear the waves all night. In the beginning I could see stars until it clouded over. In the morning we woke up to the view of dark clouds over white clouds over the sea.

Clouds are over coast in Finisterre

We left our packs at our Albergue and walked about 3.5 km to the lighthouse at the end of Finisterre.  By the way, The Romans gave this town the name of ‘Finis Terrae’, meaning Land’s End or The End of the World, as they believed this point to be the most Western corner of their vast Empire.

Llighthouse in Finisterre

I like the sculpture we saw on the way because I think it depicts a pilgrim walking in the wind.

Pilgrim sculpture - Finisterre


Pilgrim Sculpture in Finisterre

Near the lighthouse is where it is a tradition to burn your clothes. They prefer our not doing that because of the pollution so I didn’t burn a used pair of my toe socks. They are the only thing from my pack that I would be willing to leave behind.

Fire pit = Finisterre

One more boot left behind.

Photo of book on rock left in Finisterre.

The Camino symbol that says 0 km. left:

Nancy is standing by the zero marker in Finisterre.



Zero km. marker in Finisterre.

But we about 30 km. left to get to Muxia.

We picked up our packs and met up with Mary and Maureen and had a great lunch. We were given a spacious room when we checked into the Albergue where Mary and Maureen were staying. The owners here are very sweet and helpful.

We walked around town and had ice-cream cones and then dinner in that order, of course.

Crossing our fingers for good weather tomorrow because we should be able to see the Atlantic along parts of our 13.5km. walk tomorrow.


Cee to Finisterre

We started today without rain, just wind. I thought this was a Monkey Puzzle Tree, but I have never seen one with the branches going up from the wind. So it must be something different.

Norfork Island Pine is blowing in the wind.
We had a few views of the water and it almost felt balmy (18 Celcius).

View of sea on windy day going to Cee.
I wish I could show upload the video of the trees as the wind was getting stronger and stronger.

The trees were blowing on the way to Cee
Maureen and Mary are being blown around quite a bit here, but again, no video.

Maureen and Mary were blown around in the wind on the way to Finisterre.

Our views now reminded me of the Oregon coast.

View of Atlantic Ocean on the way to Cee
By the time we began to get close to Finisterre the rain had started again and the gusts of wind made it hard to walk in a straight line. I think our packs helped give us more weight so we weren’t blown off the path. Mary and I were loving it. I think the wind gusts were up to between 40 and 50 mph. How much more exciting than walking on a calm sunny day. Rose and I had reservations at the Hotel Naturaleza Mar da Adorable which had been recommended by a Laura from Portland who we both knew . Every room had a view of the sea. But it was raining and blowing so hard and we had no idea where it was. So we phoned them and they picked us up. Mary and Maureen went to find another Albergue. By the time we got settled in our room, the weather began to clear. This is the view from our room.

View of Atlantic from our room in Finisterre.
By 4:00 it was all clear and we walked to town to get our Finisterre Compostela. Then I went walking on the beach, collecting shells and walking in the water.  I collected shells to bring home to my grandchildren.  I had this great idea of putting one for each of them into a shadow-box with a note from me about getting them in Finisterre – the end of the world.

Nancy putting her feet into the Atlantic in Finisterre.
Right after watching the sunset from our room Rose and I had our complementary tapas at the hotel. How delicious.

Tomatoes for dinner at Hotel Naturaleza in Finisterre.



Gazpacho for dinner at Hotel Naturaleza in Finisterre.


Peppers for dinner at Hotel Naturaleza in Finisterre

We hope the weather in the morning is clear for our walk to the lighthouse.


Olveiroa to Cee

Over the last couple of days I have been wondering why after all these kilometers of walking do my legs and lungs still complain to me when we are going up hills? Of course we make it, but I would think that by now it would be easier.
View of our Albergue room last night as we tried to dry out.

Drying our clothes in the albergue in Olveira.
After getting our clothes dry last night and taking the newspaper out of our almost dry boots, we took off again in the rain. It was not as torrential as yesterday for most of the day. But the paths were clearly wet in several places.

Nancy on the path on the way to Cee.
Marian and Mary would find places to meet us.

Maureen and Mary were waiting in the shelter on way to Cee.
Tricky negotiating where to step.

Walking through the wet path to Cee.
We crossed this part by holding on to the fence and stepping on the broken pieces of log near the fence.

We needed to use the log to get across the wet path on the way to Cee
Today’s walk was suppose to have a view of the Atlantic, but that was not easy to get. And both the downhills and uphills were pretty tricky.

It was tricky on the wet hills going to Cee.
It sure looked like we had a long way to go.

Going to Cee

We finally caught a glimpse of the water.

This was our first site of Atlantic on way to Cee.
And made it to Cee. What a great greeting from the hospitalario at Albergue de Casa de Fonte when he told us to take our shower first and then sign-in. He also gave us real sheets for our beds. They are so much better than the paper ones. Then he dried our clothes. Our boots are stuffed with newspaper. We have had a great dinner at the local restaurant. We have done our last hike that is over 18 km. I think the last 3 are under 15 each. Finisterre tomorrow.