Camino del Norte, Day 11: All in a Day’s Walk

Liendo to Noja: 20 km

What is the Camino del Norte like?

Lots of people have asked me that, and there’s no one good way to answer. So here is the story of a typical day on the Camino del Norte, full of moments of breathtaking beauty, mixed in with moments of fear, confusion, surprise, and a bit of (off screen) swearing.

From the top of “the rocky footpath,” looking back toward Santoña

We wake in our municipal albergue at 7:00, which is about the time that things start moving on the Northern Camino. With cool temperatures and spectacular views, plus albergues that don’t open until 2 or even 3:00, most people avoid the noisy pre-dawn departures that plague the Camino Francés.

Looking back over Liendo

We follow the arrows through town, along streets lined with gated houses big enough to be called mansions, many of them now for sale. One house has a peacock strutting in the yard. The houses give way to farmyards full of goats, which give way to our first steep hill of the day. We’re in the woods, shaded from the sun, and everything feels fresh and beautiful.

We drop our packs and climb around in the ruins of what was once a small church, but this is just a warmup. The ocean is calling.


The forest gives way to open ground, and to the cliffs and bluffs we’ve come to know. We climb and climb, the sparkling water spread out to the north with nothing to block our view, or our feet if we fall. “Be careful here in foggy conditions,” says the guidebook, and my stomach tightens a little at the thought. This would be a whole different experience with low visibility.

Rugged and beautiful and terrifying 

But today is bright, almost blindingly so. Goats climb the pointed rocks above us, their presence given away by the sound of their bells. Paved roads become gravel, and then narrow to rocky walking trails, and then…where did it go? We’re in fields shared with horses and cows, no fences between us, and we’re following their footsteps. Is this the way? Is that?

We run into other pilgrims as lost as we are. A French mother and daughter go one way, scrambling through brambles along what I think is a horse trail. Another man, I think from Belgium, pushes forward and then calls us. He’s found a small yellow arrow painted on a rock near the ground. We follow him.

The point where we all lost the trail

Eventually we all end up on a road, and there, finally, is a clear yellow arrow. It’s mid-morning and long past time for a break when we descend the steep, knee-straining hill into Laredo. We’re only 7 kilometers into the day, but it feels like we’ve already had a full day of adventure and beauty.

Descending into Laredo

But as the commercials say, wait! There’s more!

Back at sea level, we enter Laredo’s old city, which dates back to Roman times. The cathedral is just opening as we pass, and so we pause to put our packs down again and explore. This was something I loved to do on my first Camino walks across France and Spain. The architecture, art, and engineering feats of these old buildings, and the reverence that still fills them, fascinates me. Plus, there are usually pews where I can rest my feet for a while. We linger on the worn, uneven stone floors and consider the votive ship hanging above our heads. This is something I’ve seen before on the coast but never inland, a way to bring God’s blessing not just to land but to sea.

As quickly as we enter the old city, we leave it behind. The Norte is full of places where you could linger if it wasn’t for the draw of what comes next. Modern Laredo is a vacation town with a population of 12,000 and a 5-kilometer beach that draws tens of thousands of tourists every summer. In mid-May the long stretches of white sand are mostly empty – holiday season here won’t really launch until July – but there are a few dozen determined, mostly retired people who are already promenading the white sand in very small bathing suits.

Laredo’s 5 kilometers of pristine beach, where you’ll find plenty of seniors in Speedos and Camino pilgrims looking for a shortcut

We can walk along the paved promenade or take a shortcut along the beach. The sand is packed and easy, and at low tide we can cut distance off our crescent-shaped walk. We choose the water.

I’m footsore by the time we reach the end of the beach, where we’re supposed to catch a ferry that will carry us across the channel to Santoña. But there’s nothing here – no dock, no ticket building, nothing but a long boardwalk that ends in the water. We follow it and wait, uncertain.

They say there’s a ferry at the end of this walkway…

This feeling of uncertainty, this lack of control, is my familiar companion here, so far from the predictable routines of my normal life. When every day, and often every hour, throws you into a place you’ve never seen before, it’s often hard to keep up. And that’s part of the experience.

Is that our boat?
Who needs a dock?

After about ten minutes, we see a boat approaching. Is this our ferry? How could it be? But yes, it just pulls right onto a beach, and a teenage boy drops a ramp and waves us forward. We board, pay the nominal fee of 2 euro, and it carries us across the water to another new city. There’s a dock here, and a paved promenade. We pause for a celebratory picnic of whatever’s in our bags and then push forward. The town is crowded with people enjoying the sun, and I think it would be a good place to explore.

But wait, there’s more.

The sun is hot, and we walk for another 5 kilometers on hard pavement, along uninspiring roads. For almost an hour we skirt the walls of a prison complex, barbed wire on top of blank walls. I’m really footsore now, and tired. But we’re so close. All we have to do is “climb a rocky footpath” and then “descend” to a beach.

Staircase steep, full of loose rocks, baking in the sun, and perched precariously over the ocean, this short climb just before Noja was a mental mountain for me

I am not prepared, physically or mentally, for what comes next. The climb is short, probably not more than a few hundred meters, but it’s almost vertical. The dirt crumbles under my feet as I haul myself up with my walking poles, swearing at the path and the guidebook and the ocean and the sun and Eric (who’s scampered up ahead of me) and whatever else I can think of.

I’m afraid of falling, I’m afraid I can’t make it to the top, and I’m just really, really tired.

But as Newton said, what goes up must come down, and so once I reach to top of the hill, I have no choice but to pick my way back down the other side.

The final descent of the day. Really, this time.

The beach on the other side, Playa del Brusco, is beautiful, but it stretches farther than I want to go. Eric befriends two Spanish brothers who say they will walk another 10 kilometers that afternoon, but I am done. And so we stop on the outskirts of Noja at a beachfront albergue that caters mostly to the water-sport crowd. I drop my pack for the final time, shower, and rest for an hour or two. That’s all it takes for me to bounce back, just as I do every day. (And yet every afternoon at the end of the walk, I forget again.)

The beaches of Noja

I wander out onto the beach and soak my feet in the cool water, and poke around the rocks, and study the outline of the town.

Because just wait, there’s always more.




Published by beth jusino

Editor. Writer. Teacher. Pilgrim. At home in the Pacific Northwest.

4 thoughts on “Camino del Norte, Day 11: All in a Day’s Walk

    1. What a great time of year to walk! I took the Norte guide published by Village to Village Guide, and written by David Landis and Anna Dintaman. It was fantastic and I highly recommend it–other pilgrims from other countries would gather around me to check out the maps and lists of albergues. As for pavement…I guess it depends on what you mean by “a lot.” The Village-to-Village book will give you a pavement-to-natural trail breakdown of each stage, but I don’t have a copy in front of me to refer to (I’ve given two away already, and need to order a third). I suspect that there’s more pavement than the Camino Frances, which has all of the “senda” trails that parallel roads to accommodate the numbers, but I couldn’t give you a percentage. You’ll walk on beaches and on rural paved country roads, and on dirt trails (groomed and decidedly rugged), and through cities, and along promenades, and everything in between. Hope that helps, even in its vagueness. 🙂


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