A path runs through the way they used primitive formerly pilgrims to arrive
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contact us at the phone 985.59.73.23 Description of the Way: PRIMITIVO
WAY TO SAN FRANCISCO History shows that the primitive road to Santiago
is the first way that makes you live and to understand each step the elapse of
life, cultures and religions, and th ose
that are created this way. It was around the year 813 when the first horses
and pilgrims walked these paths. It was when Alfonso II Casto, who after travel
and mark its first route command build a church in the place he found the grave.
About the year 1840 came the first group of pilgrims from Asturias capital
then the whole reconquered Spain. This is a journey that begins in the
capital of Asturias, Oviedo. Since its cathedral, (San Salvador), begins our adventure.
Rainy Day and Asturian, helmets resonate in the walls of the cathedral
and its streets, our legs, tight to the sides of the horses. Nervous yet, we turn
to cross the entire city. We came away from the source of La Plata, Paniceres
road. The city becomes praderías and walk calellas flanked by some other
oak, chestnut and birch. After cars, trucks, and the bustle of the city change
is the time. Our legs are relaxed as we crossed the bridge by the Rio Gallegos
Nora. After climbing the high Escamplero awaits us our first food, authentic
and sabrosona. Our first days pass between mountains, rivers and forests, crossed
the Nalón and reached Grade, dinner at the restaurant .....................
the unimaginable, all very rich and abundant. Sleeping in the hostel of Villa
Pañada next to the church of the same name; hostel for pilgrims from the
middle. Lower until Narcea second great river of Asturias who crossed by Cornellana.
We do Chambers In which we entered the Chapel of San Roque, we see your
Colegiata de Santa María and the Palacio de los Valdes. Once the cross-town
move with the barrel of the river Nonaya and it is in those contrasts where the
body and mind rest. We arrived at the top of the Espina, with a slight slope from
where their roads and calellas lead us to Tineo. In the distance, and our
left provides the immense peaks of the Cordillera Cantabrica. In Tineo sleep at
the hostel Mater Christi. We leave Tineo not without having tested their sausages
very rich, we climb up Piedratecha to continue to fall between forest to the Monastery
of Obona, where were its famous gardens of medicinal herbs. Cross praderías
and towns until the Mortera. Here the path is separated into two options: Pola
de Allande or by the Sierra Hospital, named after hosting its mountains in the
old hospitals pilgrims Farfaraon and Valparaiso, which with the ringing of their
bells guided the pilgrims in the thick fog that sometimes cover these mountains.
We are lucky and clear day the view that we are a special beauty. The roads
still have snow from the last time we move this camín at an altitude of
about 1300 meters. Pisando snow in the last temporary move while the gray clouds
we are not far behind. The beauty of the area makes us forget the concern of crossing
the two ports we lie ahead, the Martha of 1100 meters and the Port of Palo, who
will address on his right side in which there is the Cave of the bandit Xuan Rat
... And we caught hail, we do not care, before us (3 or 4 km.) Montefurado, named
for the tunnels and caves that made the Romans to extract the gold in the place
where he sat next to the shrine of Santiago Apostle, surrounded by the immensity
of the mountain Asturian eat our sandwiches, and we thank the Apostle for having
cleared the sky of clouds, and the belly fills bajamos among flowering heather,
(we encounter with partridge and deer) and came to Berducedo , where they slept
at home by Amalia and Paco, that thanks to your kindness spent a wonderful evening.
In the morning we climb up La Mesa, Buspol, at 1100 metres. What awaits us there
is impressive, a drop of two Miles puts us at 100 m above the dam Grandas.
The landscape seizes us, the sun is suffocating, no one protest, which is what
we wanted. After crossing the dam and imagining their appetizing baked trout,
we arrive at Grandas de Salime, small and coquetona. This town has the most complete
Ethnographic Museum of Asturias. Dinner meat and eggs there. Everything in the
town is so kind, the morning as usual, leads the way Port Acebo, border with the
province of Lugo, promise countryside carballeiras, good wines, wines and octopus.
After thirteen Miles arrived at the Port of Acebo, the fog accompanies us. Modern
wind mills that suddenly appear among mists are enormous, we think of Don Quixote,
opens the fog and everything is beautiful, light pearl gives a whimsical tone,
in the distance is Acebo House, where eat and drink the pomace galician first,
we are pleased stepping land Galician, orbayu us until Fonsagrada, famous for
its octopus to the Feira, we see the old church and hospital pilgrims Fons Sacrata
¨ ¨. The next morning the sun with us while we visited shrines,
hospitals and churches (the strength of four towers of Puebla Burón, Mary
Magda lene
church altarpieces with Baroque and neoclassical, the ruins of the hospital Montouto,
with a dolmén of the same name, O Cadabo, Ermita del Carmen, seated in
a very natural setting, and all this between roads lined walls, its moss, oak,
its countryside and its animals, contrast stone and nature. Our prize never
ends in this way, we are in the seventh stage and has been done at night. In the
distance you can see the lights of Castroverde, where the tower is located Castle
House Lemos, which has some wall shields and genuine figure of a warrior, but
our route is earlier, in the village of Vilavade, where his church has a splendid
Gothic altarpiece. The whole package is built on granite blocks. Sleeping in Pazo
Abraira Arana designed today to Rural Tourism, his paintings, his stay, his story
captivated us all .... From here we crossed their gates, peace, kindness and tranquility.
Its gardens, its stream, good eating and good rest am sure we are much stronger.
Amanece, but we are still sleeping, as always before we left 12 not, the
evening also have to live it, and Lugo is near. Since Castroverde until
Lugo spent many towns and villages as Penalonga, Fraías, Nadela, Vilardecas
and Soutomerille with the church presbytery of the tenth century, between all
this beautiful roads, beautiful praderías, wooden fences, typical rural
dwellings with its huge chimneys, stones of granite, slate roofs and their overwhelming
peace. We arrived in Gondar where we chose the route formerly called Camino Real
Oviedo, we approach Lugo and entering through the Puerta Toledana or San Pedro,
Piazza del Campo Mayor Street and the town hall leads to the cathedral, beautiful
outside and inside. In Lugo sleep at the spa. The next day break for horses and
pilgrims. So we decided to stay one more day in this wonderful city and enjoy
its Roman baths, splendid baths and massages in the spa, in view of the river
Minho. We spent the day visiting the interior of the cathedral, its altarpieces,
their blinds and artistic treasures. Walking on the Plaza Mayor and around
its ancient streets makes us understand the hospitality of its people, the masters
of their crafts,folklore and cuisine more typical (octopus, lamprey, broth galician,
grelos with cachélos and cachola). His lively and bustling night, within
its Roman wall long, long, long night ... and the wall, as long as the river Minho,
which after crossing the Puente Romano bathes the walls of his beautiful spa,
superb two nights "Lugo you want." We went through the Puerta
de Santiago and would like to return to this beautiful city and we give thanks
to Santiago for having a very beautiful way.  Stroll
through many villages with heights above 500 m (A Cabada, San Matias, Fanelo,
San Xoa do Alto) always among praderías and carballeiras. As we go into
"crecente by chaa terra," we approach San Roman gives Retorta, where
he was found on ancient Roman witness to the ancient Roman road that passes through
the area. We are gratified with their hospitality Xaime, connoisseur of all roads.
And it is he who sends us in the direction of Melide by Two Seixos Hospital, a
few meters from San Roman found Santa Cruz da Retorta, whose church must visit,
cited in the thirteenth century and has a beautiful lattice slab engraved in granite
, prior to the twelfth century. Sleeping in Puente Ferreiro in his country cottage.
Melide is close, where we will join the so-called French Way. In Melide spent
at the church of St. Lazarus with Romanesque door and apse continue between campillas
and carballeiras typical of the province of Lugo. With their homes and get Ribadiso
Pazos, shelter documented since 1523, is full, we observe that the French Way
is more crowded. We host at Casa Milia, especially where we turn our horses (showers
and review of horseshoes), all arrive. From here until the hostel's Ark
roads are comfortable, but with a cross between road, it shows that we are near
Santiago, we went tothe memorial of those who were on the road, a bronze sandals
make memory of those who never arrived. We evening at the country cottage
Do Acivro, where we welcome and we look after the horses with the best will, the
night is short and we want to get boots address Monte do Gozo, it gives us strength.
Since its monument we fail to see the cathedral but we know that there is, after
eating and we continue embarga emotion across the city, arrived by Street between
San Pedro and The Immaculate and La Quintana came to the Holy Door. After 13 days
and 340 kilometers. Our horses step on the Plaza Obradoiro. Tocamos Gate of Indulgences,
we visited so splendid cathedral, but also the most and least pray our prayers,
the Km 0 tells us that the good is always with us. A shower, a dinner, a night
and the next day with the credentials sealed stages of going all the way to our
Compostelanas. We do not want to go, but dismissed another meal arrives, but before
doing so they started to dream about another path. I wish good luck and
many roads that go to all pilgrims. Our names are all pilgrims and our horses:
Flemish, Vienna, Coal and Torda.
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