Can walking the Camino de Santiago de Compostela be done with kids and leave you sane enough to tell the tale? The answer, amazingly, is yes and this blog is about sharing two families’ experiences of one week on ‘The Way’.
Let’s be honest; selling the idea of a pilgrimage isn’t the same as whipping out a family pass to Disneyland. It was never going to be easy to get a 10, 11 and 15-year-old trio of girls whooped up about the idea of carrying 10 per cent of their body weight over 113k of Spanish countryside – often with pre-7am starts.
In fact, why would we even try? A question which was, in truth, nagging away at me the week before departure when it seemed unfathomable that we weren’t going for a fortnight’s well-earned flop round a pool like, apparently, everyone else we knew.
By August 5, 2012, however, there was no turning back. Packed into a taxi to Stansted Airport, our 7-day portion of this ancient pilgrim path awaited us: three adults; three kids; six ruthlessly-edited rucksacks and one donkey (no, just kidding…but I’ll admit that in those early and deliriously deluded days of planning our trip, we had seriously considered taking Billie ‘burro’ Holiday- a panda-eyed Pyrenean donkey belonging to Cristina’s Spain-based sister.) Now that would have been mucho funny.