19 to May 21 my good friend Paula and I headed to Covadonga in search of adventure and a heart full of hope. Like any good pilgrim had a motivation, a promise to do to "Santina", but for skeptics who read this blog I have to say no latching only that, but a challenge, a demonstration of courage and courage itself, and what we are willing to do for our desires . Thus begin the chronicles of our journey to Covadonga, written by the two protagonists in our time off at the end of each day.
Day 1: Tuesday May 19, 2009. Gijón - Seven (33 Km)
route started thinking, "A cost! What are 8am in the morning Tovia nooooo! ". Then we started to follow the signs "Camino de Covadonga" although we had to draw on our intuition because we found several signaling crossroads and look doubtful that causality! That intuition always took us uphill. We had to get Niévares and did not quite get. We crossed a mountain road to the chagrin of Paula animles and began to hear the turbo and Sandra put behind razor in hand, thinking how to attack the boar as he walked when approached. Then we tried in the forest and began to muddy. We found several "guiris" by the way of Santiago, and therefore had to explain why we were in the opposite direction.
Several mudflats through started looking for a place to eat at home but can not find it so we continued to find a place off the road, but no big deal. Intuitively, we reached the road and returned to the road again. We all turned up to sense the direction of a town where almost get lost (we told a woman who left home on purpose to tell us) and there was a very beautiful chapel, and a mortifying way, across the swamps of the dead rising and going up to Seven. And now we're here because we are taking a sidrita basin, we can not do without it ... we realize that we desired come first from the normal road.
TO BE CONTINUED ...
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