#hornillos

[federer7]

Mujeres y niñas en El Hornillo, Ávila, España. 1917-1919

Foto: Otto Wunderlich

[jkrikis]

camino frances / hornillos del camino

© 2023  Yiannis Krikis

[tietarteve]

Homenaje a Alberto González Marcos en El Hornillo

Homenaje a Alberto González Marcos en El Hornillo el martes 13 de agosto de 2024 a las 21:30h en la Plazuela de Lope de #ElHornillo.

Homenaje a Alberto González Marcos en El Hornillo el martes 13 de agosto de 2024 a las 21:30h en la Plazuela de Lope de El Hornillo.

[villaburbuja-blog]

Hornillo artesanal para aceites esenciales

[aminocamino]

Day 18 - 27 April Burgos to Hornillos del Camino 21.5km and 127m

We ate in the restaurant round the corner last night and met up with Carol again. The meal was ok but I am getting abit tired of the pilgrim fare. They serve alot of carbs which neither Carrie nor I are used to.

In our apartment we had washed a second lot of clothes and disappointingly the heating did not come on, none of my efforts with the controls worked. (Pete where are you?)! But somehow the clothes dried by the morning.

We had decided to transfer bags just to give our bodies another rest day. Its a short one (when is over 12 miles short - answer - on the Camino!) and we dropped the bags off at the hotel along with our key.

We feel lucky - its our first day of rain! We decided to have breakfast at the hotel. And it was the worst frittata so far. Dry and horrible. Good Carrie forced hers down but I was the naughty child and left most of mine.

This is our kitty purse - abit small but very pretty (thank you Meg!). Carrie does a marvellous job as holder of the purse!

We passed the beautiful Burgos University buildings on the way out of Burgos.

Just love some of the depictions of Pilgrims along the way. This was one of my favourites. We also encounter alot of art work on buildings, most of it stunning.

Love this photo of Carrie in her poncho. It tested her patience though. She couldn’t access her daypack and there was abit of a contortionist thing going on at one point. She has reached the momentous decision that she needs to wear her daypack over it!

Carrie’s favourite (and possibly mine) church so far. It was a very simple building but inside they were playing choral music. As each pilgrim went in the nun gave an individual blessing and a small St Christopher pendant. As she gave her blessing she was such a humble person and so warm - my eyes did well up. Carrie went up for hers having extracted her certificate from her daypack and came back dabbing her eyes. We sat for a little while. On the way out I could see everyone was similar. It was very moving.

The Meseta - we were so looking forward to it. Endless rolling fields of green, so beautiful. After the blessing experience we were very quiet walking through the Meseta. The landscape does have a tranquil spiritual quality about it.

We entered Hornillos del Camino at 1pm. A female pilgrim had turned up to a hostel to find it had closed down and her luggage she had transferred was missing. I advised her to ring the company and find out where it had been delivered. I can only think she did not prebook the accommodation. Carrie deals with our backpack transfer and does it online and always photos the little envelopes before we leave. I hope the lady was ok.

We are in a mixed dormitory but no bunk beds. Its quite cramped with very little room between each bed. There are 5 lockers and 7 beds… so make of that what you will!

After a quick lunch (hot dog with cheese 😄) I had to reschedule our itinerary again as I messed up one of the dates. Grrrrr! All sorted but having problems with accommodation for 2 dates in May, might have to stay out of town. Sometimes a good thing.

Now off for some paella.

Postscript:

The paella was amazing and I would have been pleased to have been served it in any restaurant whereas I was in a tiny little bar in a town in the middle of nowhere. Carrie by the way wanted a flavour of home so had egg and chips and it did look delicious!

[cds6-2]

9/14/24

Hornillos de Camino - Castrojeriz (day 17)

Very easy walk today, we are in the Meseta of Spain and it is FLAT! Very close to our destination we came across the ruins of an old church (convent of San Antón) where they had snacks for pilgrims and trinkets for sale.

We have made it to our Albergue for the night and are thankful for the sunny evening!

Note to Jude: still fresh squeezed orange juice every day!

[volantebb]

BIZI-WTKanpaldia - PuntaLucero Gauak | 2024/10/11-12

-¡Vaya rutas más guapas que haces! A ver cuándo me llevas…

Seguro que muchas veces os han dicho cosas parecidas. Pues esta #microaventuradeproximidad está planteada para eso mismo: mostrar las posibilidades de los viajes en bici a personas que no estén familiarizadas con las bicis, la acampada, la cocina de hornillo, etc.

Nos juntamos unas cuantas amigas de Wikitoki para hacer una nueva #WTKanpaldia. No obstante, para esta ocasión subíamos 'la apuesta' y le pusimos ruedas al plan. La estructura de estas salidas son siempre las mismas: salir un viernes después de currar; hacer un recorrido corto; acampar (cena, charla, etc); hacer un recorrido más largo el sábado; y llegar a casa a media tarde de tal manera que se puedan hacer planes de noche y seguir teniendo domingo para lo que venga.

Salimos de Bilbao a las 16:30 dirección Santurtzi. El destino era dormir en las ruinas militares de Punta Lucero. El sábado recorreríamos la via verde Montes de Hierrro y vuelta a Bilbao.

Es un plan con muchas posible modulaciones según la experiencia y aguante de cada grupo. En nuestro caso, poco hicimos el sábado pero las opciones son muy variadas: toda la VV y bajar a Balmaseda y volver por el Cadagua; VV hasta Galdames, ir a Güeñes y volver por el Cadagua; Gallarta, VV Orconera y visita al Regato…

El track, por si apetece: https://es.wikiloc.com/rutas-cicloturismo/bizi-wtkanpaldia-puntalucero-gauak-189092717

[eopederson3]

El camino francés en otoño, la meseta cerca de Hornillo del Camino, 2011.

[lacavernablog]

CUANDO NIEVA, CUANDO NIEVA Y NIEVA…

Un poema de Mircea Cărtărescu, de Poesía Esencial (Impedimenta, 2021)

Mañanas felices junto al hornillo, contemplando cómo las flores de hielo

se funden lentamente… mañanas felices

cuando la nieve cuaja, cuaja, cuaja

entre los bloques. Señor,

¿por qué me das mañanas felices? Mañanas felices

abriendo la ventana, tragando el frío

y contemplando cómo la nieve cae entre los bloques. Podría ser

Canadá, Siberia…

Nadie me atosiga.

Mi máquina de escribir zurea.

Me he abrigado bien.

He tomado el café.

He escrito mis libros.

He vivido mi vida.

He encendido el hornillo con el mechero azul, de plástico transparente.

He soñado algo, pero no recuerdo qué.

Qué raro, los copos vuelan hacia arriba, hay tanta soledad,

cuánta soledad feliz me has dado, Dios mío,

cuánta soledad, como en ningún otro otoño

por dorado que fuera,

como en ningún verano… mírame, un egomaníaco

un hombre solo escribiendo en su cocina y que no quiere

salir a una Colentina nevada.

Cómo debe nevar ahí fuera… y los raíles del tranvía

cubiertos de nieve, y la nieve aventada de nuevo

de su hierro brillante… Y entre la bruma de copos

el tranvía viene… es lo único que se mueve

bajo las ráfagas, en Colentina.

Pero aquí estoy solo.

No lavo. No plancho. No hago las compras.

No me sueno la nariz.

Soy un hombre solo, sano, descansado,

acultural, apolítico.

Mi cabello está muy muy largo.

Pero mi poesía está calva como Sinead O’Connor

Y a mí me da igual.

Mañanas de duro invierno, de febrero cubierto de nieve

de un invierno duro y dichoso, lleno de luz blanca.

Mañanas, tardes, noches —en las que nieva y nieva y nieva

y nieva— y el viento brama

por el sistema de ventilación del bloque, y algo

golpea en el hueco del ascensor.

Me afanaba en otra época por escribir mis versos repletos de imágenes

por darles coherencia, por ordenarlos, por buscar la simetría

explotaban antaño mis labios, mis mejillas y dientes

de tanta droga, de tanta alucinación.

Y aquí estoy ahora: estéril, feliz

egomaníaco, devorando la nieve con los ojos. ¡Ay, Señor,

regálame este febrero, regálamelo tú!

Haz esto, haz lo otro… se acabó.

Piensa, siente, imagina… no tengo ganas.

Enzárzate con Dios… ¡Ja!

¡Ja! Todo me da igual.

No viviré eternamente.

No resolveré yo el misterio.

Me quedo aquí, calentito, viendo cómo nieva.

He aquí mi definición: estoy aquí, junto al hornillo

con la felicidad en el alma, contemplando la nieve —la que se ve

por el cristal ondulado— un individuo melenudo

que solo quiere una cosa: estar aquí

junto al hornillo, con la felicidad en el alma, contemplando la nieve.

Los copos vuelan hacia arriba, luego titubean en el aire blanco

caen oblicuos, en la profundidad de los bloques

y vuelven a subir… ¡qué curioso! ¡qué extraño!

Sí, qué curioso, Señor: estoy solo y vivo mañanas felices.

(Ayer: saqué fotos desde el balcón con mi Polaroid: primero a Kitty

sonriendo sobre el fondo de la nevada y del bloque mugriento de enfrente

después a Miri, sonriendo sobre el fondo de la nieve

y del bloque mugriento de enfrente. Y miramos fijamente los cuadrados blancos escupidos por la cámara hasta que las imágenes empezaron a salir, y luego

las pusimos en la librería, junto a mi cadenita de oro

y de esta forma dimos con El Levante

y lo leímos un rato, y luego ella dice (ya no sé qué decía),

y yo digo (¿qué le diría?), y fuera la nieve caía y caía, y la colada tiesa en la cuerda

llena de pelusa de nieve…

Anteayer: escribí un poema idiota, pero en él

había algo bueno: en el lejano norte

en Rusia, se combaban bajo el hielo los ríos Yeniséi y Lena

por los bosques vagaban presos prófugos

en una isba un joven melenudo

comía blinis, y el cierzo azotaba los postigos, era por la mañana

pero el joven tenía una vela, y el viento que silbaba entre las grietas de la isba

agitaba la llama de la vela, mientras el joven escribía con una pluma de oca:

«Oh, Nastia,

querida Nastia, si tú supieras…» Y la leña crepitaba en la estufa

y el rostro encendido del joven…

Requeteanteayer: estuve en la reunión del consejo

y durante la reunión, mientras se trataba

la situación de las revistas, yo soñaba

con escribir otra vez un libro esencial, estar otra vez con la máquina de escribir en brazos, con mi Erika

que me insulten de nuevo los viejos y los críos, y que las lectoras anónimas

modestas profesoras, doctores, pensionistas, alumnos de instituto

me lean debajo del edredón, bostezando al calor del hornillo,

levantando un instante los ojos de la página luminosa

para contemplar por la ventana la luz intensa de la nieve…

Qué decepcionados estarán con este libro,

este libro sin fotos

este libro…)

Pero a mí me da igual.

Nadie me atosiga.

El apartamento es mío.

El silencio es mío. Mi vida es mía.

Abro la ventana y cojo un puñado

de nieve blanca, esponjosa.

Abajo los coches aparcados están nevados,

los contenedores de basura nevados,

la barra de sacudir nevada.

¿Por qué me concedes mañanas felices? ¿Por qué las merezco?

Estoy arropado y tengo calor en este febrero cubierto de nieve… y estoy solo,

solo en todo Bucarest, quizá a excepción de los que

se hielan en las paradas… o solo…

y la nieve cae

y en el hornillo arde una llamita, y soy libre

y febrero, febrero, febrero

febrero, febrero… mañanas felices, Señor, cuando yo,

un egomaníaco, escribo a máquina

y me siento tan, tan…

BONUS (para el lector que ha recorrido este poema hasta el final): cuando nieva, cuando nieva

nieva, nieva, nieva, nieva

y nieva, nieva, nieva,

nieva, nieva, nieva, cuando nieva,

nieva y nieva, y nieva y

nieva y nieva, nieva, nieva, nieva y

nieva, cuando nieva, nieva,

nieva, nieva y nieva y

nieva y

nieva y

nieva y

[slowroadtosantiago]

Day 18 - Burgos to Hornillos

Today we left the rolling hills east of Burgos and entered the Meseta, the large flat plains between Burgos and Leon. This is where the psychological strength has to kick in because they are meant to be featureless and endless.

Our walk today was 13 miles to Hornillos. We left the Airbnb at 7, dropped the big bags at a local bar to be picked up, but then stayed on for breakfast as our first stop would be over 6 miles away. We were walking by half 7, passing the cathedral on the way out.

The walk out was considerably shorter and much more pleasant than the walk in, passing the university on the way. But we didn’t really get any solitude until after our 6 mile stop as the path passed by and over main roads and motorways. And always in the background there was the noise of a large works, possibly a cement works as we had seen a few of them already. We passed a sign that said 501kms to Santiago, we’re getting closer!

Our coffee stop was at Tardajos in a very local cafe on a main road. After that we walked on quiet country roads heading for our meseta climb.

At the end of the next village was a small church - Ermita de la Virgen de Monasterio - whose doors were open and from which we could hear music. When we went in there was an older lady who stamped our Camino passports, gave us each a blessing and a small token to take with us. We were both really moved by the gesture and the place, and sat for a while composing ourselves listening to the music.

We then started our climb onto the Alto Meseta. It’s a gentle climb and taking a mile or two to reach another 100m, but the landscape changes into something much more barren with very little shade or cover. The Welsh have even been here according to the graffiti on a directional sign.

We stopped at one point to change from our shoes into our sandals, trying to stay out of the sun by huddling under a bush that I thought was bigger than it was! The weather has been a lot warmer today, up to 27 degrees with very little wind.

The view from the top down to Hornillas was stunning, quite something else.

We reached the Albergue about 12:30. We’re glad we had reserved our places as it, and most of the other places in the village, were also full, and we saw people having to take taxis elsewhere to find somewhere to stay.

After settling and having showers we took a walk up to the village for a beer in the local bar. It was nice sitting on a bench in the shade planning our next few days and weeks. I think we’re in a bit of a panic mode as many places are booked out already. So we’ve planned where we’ll walk and have contacted many places to try to reserve beds. We’re definitely going to be in Leon by next weekend.

It’s nice how our Camino family is growing. Scott is at the hostel, along with Tim and Alex (the Texans) whom we sat with for dinner. I also brought out a bit of my French again with a couple next to me from near Nantes, and met another American couple where the wife was originally from Northern Ireland.

Dinner was a communal meal of salad, paella and a yoghurt type of pudding. There must have been about 30 of us all sat around a long table chatting.

It’s now time to settle down for bed, evenings are not late as everyone needs to be up early.

[annestravels]

Days 13 & 14, Hornillos del Camino and Castrojeriz

I have now entered the Meseta, the high plains (elevation 2,000’) of north central Spain known for relentless heat in summer and freezing cold temperatures in winter. This is the breadbasket of Spain. Think vast expanses of sky and fields of wheat. Walking the Camino here is akin to walking across Kansas.

There is no billowing golden wheat this time of year as we are beyond the harvest. Instead there are fields of dry wheat stubble that look like the crops have recently had a close shave.

I am well into part two of the Camino, the “mind” section. Known for heat, big skies and wide open spaces, many pilgrims choose to skip this part. Some grab a bike and blast through it, some hop on a bus and go to Astorga to rejoin the Camino there. I love the openness, the quiet and the raw beauty.

Last night Hornillos del Camino - population 12 - after a quick 20 kilometer walk, brought much needed clean laundry, yoga on the shady lawn and a beautiful homemade paella prepared by our host over a fire in her outdoor kitchen. It honestly felt like a 5 star hotel, my standards have obviously recalibrated.

The full moon was my guide this morning as I made my way deeper across the Meseta toward Castrojeriz, along with the sun rising over Burgos behind me. No headlamp needed!

[rabbitcruiser]

San Vicente de la Sonsierra, Spain (No. 2)

The church was built in the early sixteenth century in the courtyard of the castle of San Vicente, on top of a hill overlooking the Ebro River, after in 1512, with the integration of the Kingdom of Navarre into the Kingdom of Castile, the dynastic struggles ceased and the fortress lost its previous defensive and military utility. This was temporarily recovered in the nineteenth century, on the occasion of the First Carlist War. At the end of the century, the Castle began to crumble and be demolished to reuse its stone, but the Church remained intact as it was the parish of the town.

Source: Wikipedia

There are settlements in the area since prehistoric times as attested by the Neolithic dolmen of Cascaja or the town of La Nava dating from the Iron Age.

Next to the hermitage of Santa María de la Piscina there was a town prior to the tenth century (as evidenced by the tombs found when restoring the hermitage) and that must have been depopulated during the fourteenth century after the First Castilian Civil War. Its inhabitants would later form the village of Peciña (name derived from Piscina).

In the territory of San Vicente there were numerous settlements around a small temple, which constituted their villages, as is the case of San Martín de Sonsierra, San Juan, San Pablo, San Pelayo, Doroño, San Román, Hornillos, Orzales, Artajona, Pangua, Santiago, Mutilluri, Peciña, Ribas and Ábalos (it was this village of San Vicente until 1653 when the Count of Castilnovo made it independent).

The first written reference dates from the ninth century and it cites the kings of Navarre.

Sancho Garcés III donated San Vicente and his properties to the monastery of Leyre in 1014, belonging to it until the fourteenth century. He also built a fortified bridge that was of great importance until its destruction by a flood in 1775.

Source: Wikipedia

[jkrikis]

camino frances / hornillos del camino

© 2023  Yiannis Krikis

[tietarteve]

II Marcha ecológica solidaria "Plásticos Zero" en El Hornillo

II Marcha ecológica solidaria "Plásticos Zero" en El Hornillo el sábado 10 de agosto de 2024 con salida a las 09:30h desde la Plaza Mayor de #ElHornillo.

II Marcha ecológica solidaria “Plásticos Zero” en El Hornillo el sábado 10 de agosto de 2024 con salida a las 09:30h desde la Plaza Mayor de El Hornillo. La asociación cultural La  Risquera de la localidad abulense de El Hornillo pone en pista la II marcha ecológica solidaria denominada Plásticos Zero. La iniciativa tiene como fin promover el cuidado del entorno a la vez de fomentar el deporte…

[hectorino1]

Camino a Santiago 2023

Day 15: Hornillos del Camino

[aminocamino]

Day 18 - 28th April Hornillos del Camino to Castrojeriz 20.4km and 170m

After our food I went for a little wander round the little town we were in. Its a very sleepy little place - almost untouched by the outside world.

It was abit of a rush in the morning, 7 people and one bathroom. We went downstairs to breakfast but I couldn’t be bothered. Carrie had managed to secure some food but the problem was the kitchen was tiny - someone was trying to work out how to do the coffee right next to the toaster and in front of the fridge. There was at one point about five people vying for space. I beat a hasty retreat and had a banana and put my boots on. It was chaotic!

We set off around 7.30 - it was freezing fog that greeted us and I was gutted as this was the bit I was so looking forward to - the heart of the Meseta.

But we were incredibly fortunate as the mist lifted and the sun came out. The views were our favourite so far, green flat plains on both sides and ahead wisps of mist lifting under the sun. We both walked in silence most of the way.

Our first marker below 500km. And don’t we feel it!

We stopped at Albergue De Peregrinos Fuente Sidres en Hontanas which was around 150ft off the path. Most pilgrims were passing it by but I liked the look of it. And it served fresh omelette which was delicious and coffee in large cups (a rarity in Spain). A gentleman (German?) who was sat outside waved us in - apparently he had been there 5 days. He was on the Camino but loved this Albergue so much he had decided to stay there longer. He was taking 3 months to do the Camino.

As we carried on past Hontanas, a very pretty village with a few cafes and eating places, we both were impressed by the ruins of San Anton…

It certainly was impressive but slightly further down the road was Castrojeriz and that really was an impressive looking town with a castle, magnificent church and a monestary.

We paid 1€ to see inside the massive Iglesia de Nuestra Senora del Manzano. Our visit unfortunately coincided with a coach load of tourists.

We got to our hostel just before 1pm. A sweet Spanish lady took us to our room and let us shower and unpack before we registered. We actually have a private bathroom… which after the last few days is a luxury!

Carrie and I went out then for a glass of wine and found this really lovely bar - we are well impressed with this town. The delightful puppy was running around outside the first place we stopped at - it wasn’t quite a wine crawl but almost.

We did stop for strange interactive tour of the local church. Very odd…

We went back and washed our clothes, the water was freezing! And then sat in the back garden snd patio - both being sun traps. The weather is beautiful sunshine but incredibly cold. In a sheltered spot it gets warm enough almost to take your coat off. I think we are both fighting the cold. Temperature at night plummets to freezing and there is very little heating at night time.

We ate at the Albergue, it meant we didn’t have to go outside but the meal was sparce. However what made it worthwhile was the tour the owner did of the wine cellar. The building sits on top of an old wine cellar and houses the wine press which is huge in the dining room. The cellar tunnel dates to 100AD and although now blocked up - it apparently was 1km long and goes all the way to the castle. The whole place is incredible. He was very obliging and sweet. I wanted to take him with me in the rucksack but Carrie pointed out the logistical difficulties. I would have had to leave my face cream behind and thats definitely not happening!