Day 11: Oulx-Briançon

Today I’m very happy to be here, writing: the walk I’ve faced was the hardest one and maybe the one I was most scared about. And, unexpectedly, was very good and I liked it a lot!

In the morning, I was a bit worried about the weather, but in the end, it was quite good and gave us only a bit of wind. I left Oulx and Giancarlo with Stefano: we han to face the steep climb to the Montgenevre Pass. We started with a smart pace, along the SS24 and leaving it to get to small groups of houses spread on the side of the mountain. Not listening to Giancarlo’s advice – we are two blockheads, but I like the hazard – we faced the Gorges of Saint Gervase, a track that runs parallel to the road, in a rocky gorge where a wild creek flows. At the end of the trail, we had overcome the 800 metres of difference that separate Oulx from the Montgenevre… and we almost had fun!

After this sweaty climb, we crossed the border in Clavière and reached the village of Montgénèvre, where I realized that the first part of this long travel was behind me… it was quite an emotion!

After lunch, a voice called on us: Roberto, who is going to walk with us to Arles, managed to get here hitchhiking and now is ready to start his own walk!

The downhill to Briançon lasted a couple of hours and, after walking through the citadelle, here we are at very kind priest-doctor’s house: he welcomes the pilgrims with an excellent community dinner… We couldn’t fall better than this!

Now, we are ready to deal, from tomorrow on, with the Via Domita!
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Day 10: Susa – Oulx

This morning I opened my eyes and it looked like it was afternoon: heavy clouds and a thin rain reminded me that I am on the mountains and the warmth of the paddy fields is behind me! Despite the urge to roll on my side and go back to sleep, I got up and ready: I must always keep going! It was Suor Bibiana who made me smile with a good breakfast (enough for three people with the celiac disease!) She also found an ultra nonagenarian priest who blessed me: my first blessing!

After breakfast, I left: the rain wasn’t nothing terrible and in half an hour it was off.

The stage today was very beautiful, even if it was very difficult and longer than the guide book said: it was more suitable to the hikers than to the pilgrim with a big backpack: it is necessary to pay close attention to the stretches in the woods, where the path becomes narrow and slyppery, especially in this weather! Anyway, I went through the silent woods of Val di Susa, disturbed only by the works for the TAV and by the highway. I saw waterfalls and lakes and I walked through small villages, half abandoned, but full of charm because they are the witnesses of a time when the mountain still was inhabited.

I saw the Fort of Exilles, where they say that “the Iron Mask” was imprisoned. Today it is the kingdom of many signposts saying “Once upon a time in Exilles”… Once upon a time, there were many activities in this small village that a few decades ago counted more than 3000 souls, but today there are mostly closed shutters. Nevertheless, it’s in Exilles where I met the first people who precisely asked me if I was going to Compostela. And the urge to sing the pilgrims’ song came to me: a song that I learned in Grañón. Maybe, thanks to my magic voice (!), I could witness the escape of two chamois and a lot of squirrels along the Franks’ Path that crosses the Natural Park of the Great Wood of Salbertrand.

Now I’m resting at the Salesians’ in Oulx, together with two more pilgrims: Giancarlo who is walking to Rome,  and Stefano, who will walk with me from tomorrow on.
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Notes about my Way in Italy

These first 10 days of walk in Italy were, on one hand, very beautiful, and on the other one, very difficult. They were very beautiful thanks to all the friends I met for the first time of after a long time we hadn’t seen each other, for the time we shared and for the love I received and I gave. It was wonderful to see how this “strange” experience I am living is arising so much enthusiasm and the curiosity of many people: their support repayed the loneliness and the fatigue. And I also learned new things: for example, do you know that the hikers in Piemonte should thank all those volunteers who go doing ranze runze? This means that they go cleaning and fixing the markings on the trails… Carlo taught me this very nice word! And Accob too does ranze runze on the Via Francigena, even if his tools are a bicycle and the markings he leaves on the trail… that’s true, because the ways don’t get marked by themselves!
On the other side, these first days of walk, that are about the 10% of the total, put me on the test. This surely is a very different experience from the Camino Francés, where the keyword is compartir. A part from the people I wrote about and from my family, I cannot really say that there are many people with whom I could share. A few km from Susa, we asked for information to a boy and he simply told us: “I didn’t really believe that somebody walked the Francigena”. And indeed, during 6 days on the Via Francigena I’ve never shared the bedroom with anybody else than Alessandro, and I met only 5 other pilgrims while I was walking. But, contrary to the current position, the Francigena (at least for what concerns the part I walked) is not very expensive: on 6 stages I had to sleep in a B&B only once, paying only 20€ for a studio flat. All the other nights, the hospitality was granted to the pilgrims on donativo (the Spanish way of saying free offer). By the way, it is also true that people still look at the pilgrim with curiosity, or maybe better: like a “strange” person who wanders among fields that he doesn’t know… as the word “pilgrim” means. In terms of education, awareness, dissemination and promotion, there still is a long way to go, but the heritage that we have is very rich and the way is walked mostly by foreigners who are better aware of this than we are.
A last thing that is very clear to me, after these first ten days is that, for me, getting older means learning to deal with the stress of the separation, from my relative, for whom I’m worried, of course, and from my husband, who I miss in the same way I would miss a harm… In short, my 30th year gave me realization that I can no longer walk with my backpack emptied of the worries about my home, like I did in 2008…

Day 9: Sant’Ambrogio di Torino – Sacra di San Michele – Susa

Today it was a hard one, mainly because of two reasons. The first one was the necessity of arriving in Susa by 4 p.m., so that Alessandro could catch the train to Turin. The second was the constant presence since morning of big and nasty dark clouds over the northern mountains. Naturally, we can also add the fact that we don’t like easy things, so, since we didn’t manage to go to visit the Sacra di San Michele yesterday in the afternoon, we decided to do it today! So, we added more or less 4km with an average gradient of 18% to a stage that was already 29km long. But we did it: 33km in 7 hours and something, with the ascent and descent to the Sacra for breakfast… In the worst tradition of speedy walkers, but that’s it!
I’ve been walking for the whole day with my heart torn apart: Alessandro already takes on a hard charge for reaching me around on the Way and, if he had missed the train at 4 p.m. he would have arrived at home after midnight, and tomorrow he will have to leave at the sunrise, also having his luggage to prepare… But, on the other hand, I didn’t want to let him go: now, we will have to wait for a long time before we can see each other again. Getting older I’m also softening, I know, but I’m already missing him so much!
Anyway, a part from these considerations that are merely personal, the stage is very beautiful, the Way winds its way between the left and right side of the valley.The Sacra di San Michele is wonderful (we will have to go back there: when we arrived there it was still closed!) and it’s worth climbing there! Unluckily, today we couldn’t really enjoy the scenery because of the weather…
Now I’m writing from the harmchair in my single room at the Sisters of San Giuseppe, here in Susa: for the room and for her caring affection, I really must thank Suor Bibana, who takes care of the pilgrims!

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Days 7 and 8: Torino – Sant’Ambrogio Torinese

Yesterday, I didn’t really have the energy to write anything: I was destroyed and I prefered to enjoy a bit of relax and of the company of my friends and guests in Turin… I hope you will accept my excuses!

By the way, yesterday morning I left with the best wishes that don Patrice could wish me, without sounding too much skeptical about my chances of avoiding the rain. And, surprisingly, I had a wonderful day: sunny and warm!

Walking in the middle of the fields wet with dew and the rain of last night, I literally drank the first part of the stage, arriving in Chivasso. In front of the cathedral, I got free of my backpack and I waited for Valeria, a pilgrim friend who helped a friend of mine who was having a bad time. After sharing a cappuccino, we started walking together for the first stretch of the way in direction of Turin. We said goodbye after meeting a lady who was “working” on the trail. After something than 2km I met Carlo, another pilgrim friend who came to meet me from San Mauro Torinese. We walked together along the Po and to Gassino and San Mauro. We reached once again the Po, but the stretch of walk that I still needed to do to arrive to my friend’s Barbara home, was still 10km long. With some 30km on my back, even if I didn’t really like the idea of taking a bus, it really sounded like a nonsense to walk 40km today, with the last 10 across Turin.

So, Carlo took me along a nice tour on the bu 61 to Porta Nuova and on the driver-free metro, until we got to Barbara’s home… and we found her walking Margot, her beautiful dog.

For dinner, my husband Alessandro arrived and we all went out for a Piemontese dinner with Barbara, Marco, Manu and her husband Michele… and their beautiful baby, Sofia!

This morning, Alessandro and I went back to the Francigena, walking along Corso Francia and leaving Turin to go to Rivoli, Rosta and the church of Sant’Antonio di Ranverso: a jem well hidden at the beginning of the Val di Susa. The paintings date at the beginning of the XV century and they left us open mouthed. After the visit, we proceeded to Avigliana, where we stopped for a snack.

The kiwi and the banana must have clouded our eyes, because we promptly lost the arrows and we found them only out of the historical center. Being a bit in advance for arriving in Sant’Ambrogio, we also enjoyed a quick lunch at the bar Tritolo, at the dynamite museum of Avigliana.

We’ve walked the last 3km with the company of the Sacra di San Michele, which dominated the landscape from above… now we are waiting for Don Romeo, to move in, drop our backpack and go to visit Saint Michael in his eagle’s nest!

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Day 6: Castell’apertole – Torrazza Piemonte. But you are young!

Today, again, my walk ended, with my great surprise, by lunch time. Now I’m writing in the paradoxical, but comfortable and welcoming, room that don Patrizio prepared for the pilgrims, among of the typical formica cabinets and mirrors that you can find in all the sacristies, beds and folding camp beds, baskets of paper chains survived from the village fete, paintings to be auctioned, and so on… Don Patrizio, a priest from Rwanda, has been welcoming here the pilgrims who go to Rome and to Santiago from 15 years and provides them with part of his own house, with a bathroom with a large corner shower! On the other hand, they sent him to work in a parish entitled to Saint James… what else could he do?

Today the walk was pretty relaxing and it helped me recover from the bad experience I lived yesterday, walking along the busy provincial road: today, I mainly walked on dirt trails, along and across artifical channels (among which the Cavour Channel, that looks more like a river because of its width) and crossing a fields of rice, wheat and corn… it was so rich to remind me the fields of the Old Maggot, in Tolkien’s Shire! But I can swear that I didn’t steal any carrot!

From Castell’apertole I walked, in something less than a couple of hours, to Lamporo: a nice village grown along a channel, with three churches – one of them entitled to Saint Rocco, another one is build across the channel and the third one faces it -. Then, I walked on through the fields, following the accurate and poetic signs, where I could read quotes, blessings and poems, and I found myself in Saluggia, at about 11:30. For all I knew, the stage would have to be still rather long and in the town I found the market open and crowded. So, I bought something for lunch and I sat eating on the benches with the elders of the village.

“Are you a pilgrim?” “Yes” “Where are you coming from?” “From Castell’apertole” “And where are you going?” “Today I’m going to Torrazza Piemonte” “So you have a short way to go: it’s only 5km” “Have I?! I was under the impression that I still had twice that distance!” “No, no… But you are young, you’ll do it!” …I can also be young, but the stretch I need to walk is the same…

After lunch, I put my backpack on my shoulders and I started looking for the signs of the Via Francigena that, naturally, doesn’t pass through the center of Saluggia, theoretically condemning the pilgrim to avoid benches, fountains and shops where he could buy something to eat. I cannot find the signs. I walnder for a while, until some people tell me that to go to Torrazza there is only the provincial road: “There was also the descent of the stones, but after a while it is interrupted… well, but you are young…”. Finally I find two old ladies: one of them tells me that, sometimes, some people with the backpacks pass walking under her house. Her friend gives me some directions and I found arrows and yellow pilgrims: I can start walking again! Here there is the descent of the stones: it’s a small downhill, paved with small coloured stones, then the road turns, following the railroad… and ending in the bush! Those who plan to walk this part of the Via Francigena are warned: it’s clear that they don’t often pass to clean the trail, so the bushes are taking back the terrain… It’s better to wear long trousers or, if you prefer, to follow the provincial road, since it cannot be longer than 2km!

When I came out of the bushes I still had less than 30 minutes and I arrived in Torrazza Piemonte… and so, I arrived early again: better, since a storm started, my legs are going to relax before the Val di Susa! But I am young, where is the problem?!

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Day 5: Vercelli – Castell’apertole. Back on the road!

Today, I had planned to walk about 27.5km from Vercelli to Castell’apertole, but, to tell the truth, it seems like the distance is much shorter: about 23 km. So, it was a short walk, but there is a lot of work to do on it, to make it better: the Via Francigena exits from Vercelli following the road to Trino (SS465) for about 3km, a stretch of walk that is really stressful, since there are many many cars passing by, especially in the morning. After this first part, the pilgrim needs to take the provincial road to Larizzate, Lignana and Castelrosso and, after something more than 20km on a very busy paved road, the Via Francigena leads him to a service area that is the door to Castell’apertole.

The weather was hot and sultry today, but, like pretty everyday, I received some beautiful gifts from the Way. At the station, I met Wilma and her boyfriend, who have been walking with me for the first hour of walk. It probably was the hardest hour, since we had to walk along the statal road! After saying goodbye, I walked alone for less than 2km, when I saw a lonely biker riding slowly in my direction: it’s Accob, who, increduloud for the sadness of this stage, made me the great present of accompanying me to the goal, dodging cars and trucks along with me! He also gave me a very beautiful red bandana he had prepared for me and that is now hanging on my backpack: in this way, if you will see me passing under your home, you will not have any doubts about the identity of the pilgrim who is walking in the “wrong” direction!

As usual, the human aspect and the meeting I am doing, made my day a special one and, while chatting and drinking a Coke, I finally arrived in the B&B room where now I’m relaxing a little bit, countind the mosquitos I will have to smash before night… They will probably give me back half of the money I paid for the room, only because I’m making it mosquitos-free!

A touch of colour: while I was registering at the B&B, my eye fell on the copy of Zdenko Jakob’s identity card, who precedes me of a few days… It’s nice to know that, in the end, we are on the same trails and we are dealing with the same problems! Who knows if we will manage to meet between here and Lourdes!

Tomorrow, Torrazza Piemonte is waiting for me, while, on Friday, I will arrive in Turin! Buen Camino!

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While I’m on break… the pictures and some notes

While I’m at home, waiting for some news of our car, I started working on the pictures I took along the Way and I thought I’d throw down some reflections I made.

First of all, I’m uploading all the photos I’m taking, HD, on my Flickr set, that you can find clicking here.

During these first four days, I walked about 126km, starting from Milan and going a little zig-zad through Lombardia, until I crossed the border with Piemonte and arriving in Vercelli. Before I left, some friends asked me if I trusted going around alone like this, with only my backpack on my shoulders. If they hadn’t asked me, maybe I would never have wondered, but since they had asked me, I can say yes: it’s possible to trust walking around alone in the fields and on paved roads, even if you are a woman and you don’t have a murderous look. In four days I received only solidarity, love and welcome, even from people that really didn’t know me or who knew me only because of the blog. Of some of them, you have already read in the few lines I posted every evening… for me, it was really a special experience to discover the hospitality spirit that is hidden, but well preserved in Lombardia too. Solidarity and hospitality, even Manzoni wrote it, are inherent in the spirit of people from Lombardia and they become clear even when we elect people who are able only to say “Before the North”… Discovering all these things on my skin was so beautiful and I thank for this reason all those who helped, hosted and walked with me in these days during these first days!

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Another thing that really impressed me was walking “out of the track” and also a bit “off the map”. Indeed, for the first 3 days, from Milan to Mortara, I didn’t follow a “tracked” route, but I almost followed my nose. The first day, with Stefano, we followed the bike path that follows the Naviglio Pavese between Milan and Pavia; on the second day, to meet Katia’s family in Ferrera Erbognone, I looked up in GoogleMaps and then I walked in the middle of paddy fields, passing on the banks between them and cursing the brush and the channels I couldn’t cross.

It was nice to respond to the greetings and questions of curious people who saw me go in places where it is difficult to see a pilgrim or, at least, a backpacker. And, most importantly, I discovered that yes, you can do it: close the door and go walking around the world, without being hit by truck (if you alway pay close attention!). For those who will meet you, it will sound a weird thing, but in 90% of cases, rather than hostility, they will show you admiration and, maybe, even a little envy! Experience definitely taught me that my feet can really take me everywhere, not just where there was no mapped path, but also where no one has ever thought that someone could pass!

Finally, precisely those little villages “off the map”, like Ferrera Erbognone or Nicorvo (some friends asked me where the hell I was finished, because they are not in the Michelin Guide!) that unveil the most welcoming heart of people. These small villages, scattered among the fields and rice paddies, remind me so clearly that Italy is not only Milan, or Rome, or Turin, but it is made by an infinite constellation of very small villages with an agricultural vocation and simple-hearted people. Entering Cernago and Palestro, for example, I came up with the entrance to Belorado, Tardajos and other numerous and equally tiny Spanish pueblos crossed by the French Way. Many pilgrims consider, those villages almost like the paradis: a reality out of the time and of the big noisy cities… we have them, here at home, but we almost don’t even apreciate them!

 

Day 4: From Nicorvo to Vercelli

Today I’ve been walking again with Alessandro and… Well, for me it’s always more beautiful when we walk together, even if so many people say that the best thing is walking alone! Today’s stage looked relaxing when we got up this morning: 20 km in the plane on the Via Francigena, in the middle of paddy fields and along the Sesia’s embankment. And until Robbio it was exactly like this: the herons were flying away, the frogs were splashing into the water while we were passing by, the silence was complete and the trail was easy to follow. But from Robbio to Palestro, the perdition: thanks to the friends of the Venice Way To Santiago we managed at least the exit from the village, but after that, we found ourselves, following the indications of the guidebook and those things they call “maps”, wandering in the middle of the paddy fields full of water in a maze of canals.
We randomly arrived to a small trail that exits from a farm, we followed it westward, we climbed over a canal in south, and the miracle happened: after one hour there was a signal of the Via Francigena! And so, hop! We turned 180 degrees and we finally found the right way… Maybe Roberto was right yesterday night and the grappa took its revenge making us miss the right direction, but the fact is that we still need to understand the meaning of the indications of the guidebook.
In Palestro, around 12, we had a snack…and suddenly, my father’s car appeared on the road and on board there were also my mother and my granny. We all agree to meet again in Vercelli. So, after pulling our backpacks on again, we started walking on. After a few moments, we met our third pilgrim heading to Rome (we met the first two yesterday in Mortara): a French man who was having lunch at a pic-nic area. From that moment on, the Way followed the embankment of the Sesia river: the heat was growing and our walk looked longer than what we expected… but it didn’t really matter: at 14 we arrived at the end of our 26 daily km and we entered in Vercelli.
Tomorrow I have to stop for a couple of days: we need to rescue our car, which broke on the highway last wednesday. Tonight I’m going back home, I will wash my clothes in the washing machine and on wednesday morning I’ll be back on the Way!

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Day 3: Ferrera Erbognone – Nicorvo

Yesterday night was completed by the excellent and generous hospitality of Katia, Raffaele, Federica and Nicole: a family of future pilgrims who welcomed me as a third daughter. My thoughts, my love and most sincere Buen Camino for the next year go to them now!
After leaving Ferrera, across paddy and corn fields, I finally met my husband Alessandro, who arrived by train in Mortara, to spend the week-end with me. We relaxed a little bit at the Abbey of Saint Albino and, there, we received a very welcome invitation for lunch from Claudia and her husband Franco. They also came along with us for some kilometers, finally on the Via Francigena!
Unluckily we soon lost the trail and so we had to add, to an already quite long stage, a couple o km more! Now, we are in Nicorvo and we will conclude our day at the Sherwood Pub… With spirit!

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