Washing by hand by a stream

Post by Charlie and Wynette:

Laundry has historically been a big and hard job. Just about everywhere we have been in Spain we see these washing structures with washboards and running water from a nearby stream. We’ve probably seen hundreds over the years on various Camino walks. Probably dozens this trip.

Here’s a pretty nice one.
Typically they are old and falling apart like this one.
Strangely we saw this one that looked pretty new. You could tell by the cement and tile work that it couldn’t be older than maybe 20 or 30 years. Why would someone make a new one?
Some people use them for other things. This one is kind of unusual since it is attached to a single house.

Usually they are clearly community owned. The women would wash together. Of course, they worked best when beside a source of running water, i.e., a stream.

We don’t have a photo (we didn’t want to be intrusive) but a few days ago we passed a house and a woman was washing clothes in one of these next to her house. It was probably fed by a faucet. We were amazed. And, at the same house there was another woman sitting on a covered porch who appeared to be shelling peas. They never looked up from what they were doing as we passed by.

Now, we’re sure most homes in Spain have a washing machine (a very nice front-loader). And there are lots of laundries in most towns. Some self-serve, some which run as an inexpensive laundry service. We think it’s rare for people to have a clothes dryer because of the high cost of energy here. We’ve stayed in a few apartments in Spain and they always have a nice washing machine but not a dryer. But there’s always a way to hang up the laundry.

Coffee and a coke

Post by Wynette

A day or two ago, we found a bar to take a break. (For the feet and for a bathroom and to get out of the heat.). We were hot and sweaty. It’s been humid and sunny lately and not a lot of breeze. A little warmer than usual for Galicia. It might not have yet even been in the 70s by then but we were needing to cool off. A cup of hot coffee didn’t appeal to me so … I ordered a coke. My first on this Camino. It was perfect. Holly, you were there with me!

Best friends on the trail

Post by Wynette:

This morning, just before getting into Sigueiro. The white dog came out to greet us. The brown dog barked at us half-heartedly but he was on a chain.
Yes, that’s a tiny little dog
This guy was quite interested in us
Sometimes they just ignore us
They gave us our first “buen Camino” our first hour on the Camino Ingles in Ferrol.
This was also on our first day on the Camino Ingles

The black dog was with the man and the two others were with a woman sitting on the fence, not shown. The brown dogs must have known the man because they all hurried to him and got into begging position for treats. It reminded us of how Chindi used to do that with the UPS guy.

And, finally, we met this woman back on the Ruta Cantabrica. She was walking towards us and stopped us, wanting to visit. She told us her dog was only 6 months old and she expected him to more than double in size. He was already huge (bigger than he appears here) and she could hardly handle him. It was fun to talk with her. She reminded me of my grandmother Richards, the way she looked and dressed.

Charlie petting the puppy

The little slippers of the baby Jesus

Post by Wynette:

Yesterday morning shortly after we set out for the Camino, we came across our first broom in bloom. At least Google Lens said it was “broom”, aka “Scotch broom” and a bunch of other brooms. The leaves aren’t exactly like the broom we have in New Mexico and that we call “Spanish broom”, but the flowers are very similar. It reminded me of when we were hiking on the meseta on the Camino Frances in 2014. We came across some broom in bloom. I cut off a twig and took it with me to the next town and asked the people at the bar what they called the plant here in Spain. They thought for quite a while and then one of them remembered. With a big smile, she said “Las zapatillas del niño Jesus.” The flowers do look a little bit like little slippers.

I wonder if the Spanish broom is blooming in Albuquerque yet?