Camino de la Plata - Christmas Edition 2025
Camino calling - Christmas edition
When I returned from the Camino de la Plata at the end of this summer, I was already thinking about my next Camino for the summer of 2026 while unwrapping...
Day 1: destruction of plans
The plans were beautiful. Almost epic. Until I stepped onto Spanish soil. The moment I landed in Spain, the weather officially took over as the main organizer...
Day 2: errands
Yesterday after lunch, we decided to drive to Mérida, because it was still early and we wanted to save ourselves some driving time toward Cádiz the next day. We...
Day 3: a rainy day
Last night we slept in a parking lot next to the road in the town of El Cuervo. Despite the nearby traffic, the night was surprisingly peaceful — or maybe I...
We arrived down south – Cádiz, where time is just a suggestion
After all the weather drama, the changed plans, the endless consultations with the forecast, and the internal battles against the cold, we finally made it...
Day 4: a bridge, wind, salt flats and my dad with a weather app
Because we spent the night in Cádiz right next to the bridge connecting the city to Puerto Real, cars were flying past us all night long. Apparently, this is...
Day 5: by motorhome from jerez toward the rock → setenil
The drive from Jerez de la Frontera toward Setenil de las Bodegas starts off completely innocent. Flat land, vineyards, that comforting feeling that...
Day 6: a nice day for a walk to málaga
After yesterday's exploration of Setenil, we headed towards Benalmádena, a small town less than 20 kilometers from Málaga. There we found a parking spot that...
Day 7: mijas: sun down below, wind up top, and leather that survives everything
When I returned home to our traveling house, my dad greeted me with some "good news." You know the kind — the kind delivered with the face of a man who knows...
Day 8: when the storm leaves, the promenade comes back to life, and dad still refuses to buy new sneakers
Last night, just before falling asleep, I quietly hoped that the wind—raging through Benalmádena like an enraged Spanish bull—would finish the job it had...
Day 9: from the hill to the sea
Today we got up early, while it was still dark outside. Which, for once, meant that I actually caught up on all the sleep I had been missing for days. Small...
Day 10: exhaustion
The brass band finished rehearsing before 10 p.m., so it didn't steal my sleep — thank God and all the saints. Apparently they have some basic sense of...
