The Long Way To Somo, Skipping Santander, On to Santillana del Mar

Thursday, September 10, 2015. 

Last night, Ernesto, through his translator peregrin0, told us about the longer but more beautiful coastal walk today to Somo, rather than taking the road. Feeling motivated and ready to be off the asphalt, I jump at the chance to walk the alternate route, 5 extra km be damned. Good choice!

The trail does indeed go along the coast and there are warnings in my book that the waymarkers (yellow arrows and scallop shells) will be minimal. That is true, although when there is absolutely no other trail anywhere in sight but the one we are walking on, there is a bright yellow arrow, on a rock or on the rock wall or somewhere the walkers can clearly see it.   Completely unnecessary when it does appear, as if we had any alternate route to take.

P1030404 P1030407Rain is beginning to show its sprinkles and then the drizzle lasts for at least an hour or more. The distinctive characteristics of familiar pilgrims disappear along with the trail, as everyone throws on their ponchos and other rain gear.

Pilgrims wandering among the rocks

Pilgrims wandering among the rocks

And when the obvious trail disappears and the only place to walk is DOWN to the beach and across the sand, there are no arrows anywhere in sight. Follow the coastline, and you’ll get there eventually, no matter where “there” is, for we are all heading west.

I see, far below me, a group of pilgrims slogging through the sand, so when I get down to that level, I try to determine where they went, but they have disappeared. Looking backward and forward on a very wide stretch of wet beach, I hear a shout and see a little person holding two walking sticks up in the air triumphantly. It is Ria! She had stayed in Merueles last night when I was in Guemes,  but I figured she’d catch up at some point. And here she is . . . wish I could have gotten under my bulky poncho to dig out my camera, snapping a photo of her.  But use your imagination.  She is like an Indian scout, checking all the footprints on the beach, trying to sort out which ones are for the myriad of surfer students and which are the hikers, and then pointing in a direction.

Footprints everywhere, but where are the yellow arrows now??

Footprints everywhere, but where are the yellow arrows now??

I am dubious, but again, the only way to go is west, and eventually, after about an hour, we see a place to climb up to the level with the town, Somo. A bar is waiting for us, and we get café con leche, of course, and bottles of water. I’m sure food is involved as well, but just can’t remember what sort of little bread thing we order.

Eventually we find our way to the pier, where the barque (a sort of ferry boat) will take everyone to Santander, a huge city, I think. As it looms in front of us at the water’s opposite shore, I know I do not want to stay here. My book (and the German one Ria is carrying) says the walk out of Santander is pretty grim. We disembark, head for a tourist information center and then walk down to the bus depot. A bus for Santander leaves in two hours, so we find somewhere to eat and kill time.

Our destination will be Santillana del Mar, though it is one place that is NOT on the”Mar”. I call the Pension Casa Octavia to see if we can secure a room for the night. We can. 38 Euro for the two of us.

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Our little room at Casa Octavia

Our little room at Casa Octavia

Walking into Santiillana del Mar is sort of walking into a tiny version of San Gimignano.  Very old stone buildings, lots of restaurants and tourist shops, a torture museum (every medieval town outta have one!) and a beautiful stone church, just before our little pension.

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I take a photo of Ria taking a photo of . . .

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Advertisement for the Museo de Tortura

Entrada for the Museo de Tortura

After settling in just a bit, we wander to see if we can find something to eat that is neither exorbitantly expensive nor enough food for five people.   The light at sundown, reflecting on the stone facades, makes the entire village glow.  This is the kind of salad you get if you are lucky (and you often ARE lucky!)

Yum! Ensalada Mixta

Yum! Ensalada Mixta

Tomorrow our plan is to go to the Museum of the Altamira Caves about 2 km. southwest of the town itself.  No photos allowed, so have a quick look on the link here.  Then we will resume our walk in the afternoon. We have reservations at a private albergue in Cóbreces called El Pino tomorrow night, though it will be a long afternoon’s walk to get there by the time we are done with the caves.

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About Woodswoman

Writer, educator, psychotherapist, woodswoman. Crave solitude and just walked the Camino de Santiago from the French Pyrenees to Santiago de Compostela. Long-term partner, Neil. Three grown kids, one traveling the world for a couple of years (see theparallellife.com), and two in other countries . . . Thailand and Texas! One Golden Retrievers and two cats. Avid reader, looking for 10 more hours in each of my days.
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3 Responses to The Long Way To Somo, Skipping Santander, On to Santillana del Mar

  1. Jeanne Sheriff says:

    You’re giving me a bad case of road fever. 🙂 When I see that shoreline trail, I wish I was walking it. When I see that salad, I wish I was eating it.
    Thank goodness I’m leaving on a trip myself soon.

  2. Sally says:

    Love your adventurous spirit that inspires us to take the “road less traveled” xx

  3. Janelle Joseph says:

    I probably would have opted for the torture museum, having seen enough HBO about medieval times to have the background. I think I am scared of caves….I SHOULD be more appalled by torture, but it is only a museum. So glad you skipped the cosmopolitan city and opted for the
    small, glowing church town. As always, love the photos, and feel like I know Ria by now.

    Be safe, pilgrim.

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