{"id":4128,"date":"2013-11-26T18:55:08","date_gmt":"2013-11-26T17:55:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/?p=4128"},"modified":"2013-11-26T19:39:37","modified_gmt":"2013-11-26T18:39:37","slug":"camino-awakens-via-de-la-plata-caparra","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/camino-awakens-via-de-la-plata-caparra\/","title":{"rendered":"The Camino which awakens. Via de La Plata towards Caparra."},"content":{"rendered":"

The Camino which awakens. \u00a0 Via de La Plata, Caparra.<\/h1>\n

Beginnings: Learning to walk once more.<\/b><\/h2>\n
\"Easter<\/a>

Easter Monday 2010 the Dehesa on the way to Caparra.<\/p><\/div>\n

On Easter Monday 2010 I was arriving in the Northern part of Caceres where the South and warmer part of Spain ends and the mountains bordering the colder Northern upper plain, the meseta, begin. \u00a0Caceres is the province of Spain which is my favourite. It is where I live often and I loved walking through it. \u00a0It was here in the full splendour of Extremadura that I began to feel comfortable with the Camino.<\/p>\n

Less than six months earlier I had rarely walked more than a kilometre in one go in the previous twenty years. \u00a0In 1991 I fell in our house in France and suffered a compound fracture in my left leg which later became infected. \u00a0My life changed drastically from that point on and walking was always uncomfortable. \u00a0I put on a huge amount of weight, so had even less desire to walk.<\/p>\n

Then in October 2009 I suggested to Pilar one day that we walk to the local hermitage about 4 km up the mountain from where we were living. \u00a0This was a huge challenge and I began the climb very slowly concerned about my ability to make it to the shrine.<\/p>\n

\"Staring<\/a>

Staring off to the hermitage of San Blas, October 4th 2009. Pilar well in the lead.<\/p><\/div>\n

For several years I had wanted to go up this old roman road which used to connect Caceres and Coria with Ciudad Rodrigo in Castilla y Leon. \u00a0The people of Gata go there once a year for the annual Feast of the Virgin of the Pass. \u00a0Another few kilometres up from the hermitage is the Pass into Castilla out of Extremadura. \u00a0Many times I had been urged to take part with locals saying to me, “You can make it: it’s not that far and it’s an easy climb”.<\/p>\n

\"Looking<\/a>

Looking back over the old roman road to the Puerta de Castilla.<\/p><\/div>\n

I did make it and was surprised to arrive without much difficulty. \u00a0I felt exhilarated by the climb and was delighted to reach this beautiful church, cared for by a local man who lives there in the quiet most of the year. \u00a0He tends the grounds and the fountains and is rebuilding the walls which surround the hermitage on his own. \u00a0There are a few visitors, usually hikers, and he keeps the church open all day.<\/p>\n

\"The<\/a>

The Hermitage, San Blas, Gata.<\/p><\/div>\n

At midnight on 31st December 2009 Spanish Television went live to Santiago de Compsostella where someone with a sledge-hammer was breaking down a door into the Cathedral. \u00a0I learned that this happens ever Jacobean Year, which is every year in which the feast of St. James (July 25th) falls on a Sunday. \u00a0 I began to wonder about trying this walk. \u00a0 Since my trip with Pilar to the hermitage I had continued to explore the Sierra de Gata and managed to push my comfortable daily distance up to 10 km, which I considered miraculous given that that had been the sum of the distance I had walked in any\u00a0month up till then.<\/p>\n

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Camino Practice<\/strong><\/h2>\n

By February, 2010 I had decided to walk the Camino de Santiago and had bought a guide to the Via de La Plata route. \u00a0Only on reading the web pages of the Amigos del Camino de Sevilla<\/a>, did I begin to understand that the Camino is more than just a walk. \u00a0Part of my preparation had been to read works by Gerald W. Hughes S.J. who has written books on his two long walks from the UK; the first to Rome<\/a> and the second to Jerusalem<\/a>. \u00a0Reading these books and the Amigo’s web page inspired to to begin praying while walking. \u00a0I began to find Gerry Hughes’ suggestions were coming naturally to me and I was, for instance, saying the rosary, a prayer which had gone into disuse in my life in the sixties but now became a good fit to my footsteps.<\/p>\n

\"Looking<\/a>

Looking down on Torre Don Miguel, the next village to Gata, on my way to Hernan Perez.<\/p><\/div>\n

On January 20th 2010, I was walking to Hernan Perez, a challenging 13 km from Gata, when I became aware of the presence of a former “friend”. \u00a0I have written this story up elsewhere.<\/a>\u00a0 This was the first time this “awareness” of someone who has died had come to me and all the more surprising since it was someone I hadn’t known well and had not thought about for 40 years. \u00a0However, he was a person who was 100% committed to his Camino and this may have helped me gear up to the Via de La Plata as something more than a long hike.<\/p>\n

On February 12th, 2010, I set off to walk the Via Verde de La Jara.<\/a>\u00a0 I was well laden with tent and good provisions for three days. \u00a0I chose a most beautiful spot to camp for the night overlooking the Rio Tajo, which flows right across the centre of Spain to enter the Atlantic at Lisbon. There is a walkers’ route<\/a>, well-marked, all along this marvellous and impressive river.<\/p>\n

\"Camp,<\/a>

Camp, Via Verde de la Jara in Toledo.<\/p><\/div>\n

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I was awakened in the night by the Guardia Civil who explained to me that camping was forbidden here. \u00a0Indeed, it is forbidden in all of Spain outside of Approved campsites. \u00a0You are not even allowed to pitch a tent to sleep in on your own land without permission. \u00a0They decided I was harmless and left me to sleep in the freezing night. \u00a0My 0\u00ba sleeping bag did not save me from the coldest night of my life. \u00a0The 0\u00ba referred to the death temperature and my tent was in a gale with the outside temperature several degrees below zero. I was undaunted and continued until two days later when the snow came. \u00a0Then the Guardia Civil told me not to walk anymore. \u00a0So I did not reach my intended destination of Guadalupe.<\/p>\n

Via de La Plata. A Special sort of Joy.<\/h1>\n

I began walking from Seville on 17th March<\/a>, 2010. \u00a0By 5th April I was setting off from the walled town of Galisteo, heading North knowing I had no place to sleep the night. \u00a0I had abandoned the idea of a tent and opted for a bivvy bag to which the law has much less objection in Spain. \u00a0It is also much lighter.<\/p>\n

\"Leaving<\/a>

Leaving Galisteo<\/p><\/div>\n

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The day’s camino took me through the part of Extremadura where the Via de La Plata passes nearest to Gata, about 60 km to the East. \u00a0This Easter Monday was a Spring day for artists, poets and lovers to rejoice in. \u00a0For me, too, it was the moment I began to feel an ease with being a pilgrim. \u00a0After the little village of Carcaboso the Camino follows an old drove road (Via pecuaria). \u00a0[These are public rights of way and although many have been eaten up by recent construction, there are thousands of kilometres of these routes which anyone has the right to walk on all over Spain. \u00a0You can find maps for each Province of Spain here.<\/a>\u00a0 All the Caminos I have walked use Vias Pecuarias extensively.]<\/p>\n

\"Magnificent<\/a>

Magnificent rocky formations line the drove road to Caparra.<\/p><\/div>\n

The blue sky of a coldish day charmed the little flowers to open invitingly: the grass was green for these few weeks before the scorching sun turns it brown until autumn. I was where I wanted to be, doing what I wanted to do, singing when I wanted, loudly or softly or badly as I pleased, because there was nobody around for miles and miles. I was in my present, like a child. \u00a0When I set out on this Camino I had wondered, in prayer, what this Camino was about and the answer had been that all I had to do was enjoy it. \u00a0I had survived sleeping outside, and enjoyed it, I had continued through the blister period and the groin strain and the solid calves. I had learned not to take a top bunk if possible and even let go of my business cards and bits of my self-image. I was learning how little I need to be well and at peace, profoundly. Prayer was a natural part of each day; repetitive prayer<\/a>, prayer for others, and the great prayer of thanksgiving<\/a>. Prayer was easy!<\/p>\n

\"Copses,<\/a>

Copses, magic, secret hide-outs for creatures of the woods.<\/p><\/div>\n

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This lonely path, over the dehesa, along the ancient drove road, \u00a0is one of the longest parts of the Via de La Plata without a Hostel, unless you deviate some 5km, which many do since the hostel owners offer a pick-up service. \u00a0For me the joy was not to bother and to sleep on the wonderful grass when night fell. \u00a0In my morning prayers I was beginning to have an awareness similar to that I described with Christopher Shepherd-Smith<\/a>. \u00a0It was as if I were being accompanied by Saints. \u00a0 Sheppy-Smith (100% radical) was with me often and also my mother-in-law who always helps fill me with love for my family. \u00a0Past civilizations had, perhaps, more awareness of the influence of the dead, our ancestors, on our lives than we do. \u00a0Indeed, many decry the idea, but I can identify in myself some aspects of a collective subconscious and a memory residual from past generations. As I continued walking the Caminos some of the Saints became very significant for me. At this stage, it was all experimental and a joy, but the Camino was certainly awakening me to senses beyond the usual five which were so stimulated by this part of the Via de La Plata.<\/p>\n

\"The<\/a>

The Via passes by many small lagoons, spawning white flowers.<\/p><\/div>\n

\u00a0Down to earth in Caparra.<\/h2>\n

As I approached the ruins of Caparra evening was setting in and I could make out a small group of people. \u00a0I could also hear them so I knew they were Spaniards. \u00a0They were too well dressed to be pilgrims, so I imagined them to be tourists.<\/p>\n

There is not a lot to see in Caparra, especially when the information centre is closed. \u00a0There is an archway which stands proudly over the piles of stones which are being slowly examined by teams of archaeologists’ volunteer slaves. As I neared the little group, one of them turned and said, “Look, here’s an Englishman. \u00a0Ask him.” \u00a0“Ask me what?,” I wondered. \u00a0“Tell him. Tell him,” the man who had misidentified me said, “Tell him what this is here.” \u00a0So cautiously, because I can be profusely knowledgeable with very few facts, I explained that the stones had been an important Roman city on the Via de La Plata. \u00a0“Ah,” said the man to the group, “There you are. \u00a0I told you so.” \u00a0“No, No,” said one of them, “It’s just a ruined cemetery.” \u00a0Eventually they bowed to the wisdom of the foreigner. \u00a0The man who had brought the group here for an evening paseo\u00a0<\/em>was also a visitor to the area who had passed Holy Week with these friends. \u00a0His friends lived very near by in Las Hurdes, the remote Sierra made famous by Bu\u00f1uel in a controversial documentary\/film.<\/a>\u00a0 There are archaeological remains throughout Spain yet to be explored.<\/p>\n

\"Roman<\/a>

Roman arch Caparra with the small group as I approach.<\/p><\/div>\n

As I moved on night fell rapidly so I chose a spot by the Camino behind some rocks, lay down and fell asleep feeling very much more awake to my pilgrimage than ever. \u00a0That’s just how Easter should be.<\/p>\n

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