Why the Traveling Princess?

The princess reference is not what you are probably thinking it is. Remember the old fairytale about the princess and the pea? A pea was put in under the princess’s mattresses and her bruises the next day confirmed she was a princess. Well, it turns out if that is the test to confirm “princess-hood,” then I am definitely a princess. I used to be able to sleep deeply anywhere, any time. But…. when I had kids, sleeping deeply was over. And now my kids are grown and in college, but I still don’t sleep well. Let’s blame it on peri-menopause. Hot flashes mean I need to sleep in a VERY cold room. And, I’ve become very sensitive to every wrinkle in every sheet. I can’t sleep if I don’t have a cover on me with a bit of weight (but definitely not a weighted blanket). I can’t share covers – I’m told I steal them and “burrito” myself in them during the night, so my husband is cold and blanket-less. Any noises definitely wake me up. Changes in the lights wake me up. And don’t even get me started on the “right” pillow. I’ve bought and tested at least 17 different pillows, most of which could not be returned. Now, I’ve got a better pillow menu than any hotel in town. But sadly, I’m still in search of my old, perfect pillow. In short, I’ve become like the story-book “Princess and the Pea,” which my husband calls me all the time. I’m not fussy about too many things in life, but sleeping is critical to keeping me pleasant to be around. And my sleep scenario is tough to get right. So, when we retired and wanted to travel a lot, I was scared of moving from hotel to hotel or Airbnb to Airbnb. Our solution to my ridiculous sleep requirements was to find an RV where I could control the bedding and temps, and it would be somewhat consistent night after night. So, this was the start to our European RV adventure.

Monday, September 22, 2025

 We spent a few days in the Santiago de Campostela area. We had a campsite that overlooked the the town of Santiago (from a bit of distance). 



For those not familiar, Santiago is where all the Camino trails come together as the end of different pilgrimage routes. There is one from France, one from Portugal, one from Spain (probably more than one actually). People hike these very long (or occasionally short) trails as a religious or spiritual journey, as a source of self-discovery (after all, you'd get to know yourself pretty well if you hiked here from France) or just as a source of "can I do it?" or pride of achievement. Many of the hikers really rough it, carrying a small tent and camping out. Others stay in hotels/hostels or other nicer places so they get a bed at night. Some hike up to a year, some just a few days. Some are in groups and others are alone. This journey goes to the Cathedral de Santiago de Campostela, where the apostle, St. James, famously preached and was buried. It was cool to see these hikers, many nearly limping into town, see this amazing cathedral. Their faces were filled with pride and exhaustion in most cases. 

This last image is a giant incense burner that hangs in the middle of the church. It can be swung during special services or festivals. This smells really good - sort of like sandalwood and something sweet. I'm sure it was needed in the older days of having weary pilgrams show up who hadn't showered in weeks. It definitely helped when we were there and made this the best smelling church I've ever been in. 


We walked around this town for several hours and saw some gorgeous sites (I'll put them under More Pics). One of the more interesting was the local farmers market. This region specializes in octopus, hams and also bulls (for steak?? - I suspect first for fighting). 



This has made me realize that Marcus has a definite foodie side to him. He is obsessed with breads in every place we go and with trying every specialty of every region. I am trying lots of new items too, but not the seafood or fishy ones, including no octopus where I can see the tentacles. But Marcus is having fun with this so more power to him (as long as I don't throw up from the smell of whatever he is eating). 😁










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