Best of luck:-)
I did it (on foot) in 1993 and this year I may well do at least part of the Ruta de la Plata, but by bike, as it's awfully long.
It was probably one of the most wonderful experiences of my life, it was great to worry about nothing other than where to sleep, where to eat....and your feet! Sleeping was an adventure, as the accomodation varied widely and some of the places were very quaint, remote, but the hospitality was always wonderful. Sadly in Galicia the alberges are all very uniform.
My last day I did 58 kms on foot, loads of people do the last part of the Camino to get the Compostolana, and it becomes more a tourist excursion, so I just wanted to get finished. The best part was the first half, we met the same group more or less all the time, sometimes they got ahead or fell behind, but we kept leaving messages in the alberge visitor books. It was fabulous walking past deserted adobe villages that were returning to nature in the most graceful way, walking along spongy grass tracks after road walking, getting up at first light and arriving to a hostal at midday to have a shower, lunch and a siesta....
I learned to love feet as a consequence, and now like to give foot massages:-)
There's a very special alberge in Villafranca, the healer's name is El Jato, gives an incredible foot massage in a highly unusual hostal of plastic tenting cooled by cold water which then goes into the showers as hot water.
And the blister cure, it always worked for me. Sterilise a needle and thread in alcohol, pierce the blister and pull the thread through, then remove the needle and tie up the thread. The skin stays intact, and the thread drains the blister.
I got my first translation job from someone I met on the Camino (thanks Vicente!). Other memories: Michel and Jean Pierre, two great Frenchmen of over 60 who had started in Marseilles, Terry from Belfast doing it for the third time and who managed to sleep in the girl's dorm in the only hostal where dorms were separate (a day we all got legless, cos we arrived in San Juan de Ortega, a village of three convents/churches and one hostel at 12.00 noon - after our day's walking - but the hostal didn't open til 4...so we had a lunch that developed into a a massive drinking session of the best kind;-)
Indeed, we often had a shot of aguardiente to keep our legs going mid-morning, and the other trick was to sing lots!
If you enjoy it half as much as I did, you'll have a fabulous time. ¡Ultreya!
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