Today, Day 6, is a day of rest. After 5 days of walking we decided it was time to rest.
Pamplona to Estella
At the end of each day – when my feet are on fire with pain – I wonder, what the hell was I thinking that I could do this? I fall into bed too exhausted to move and think, that’s it. I’m done. Let’s catch a bus to the beach. But then there’s a new dawn, new trails, people to meet and wonders to see so we rise and walk again. Left, right, left, right, one foot after another. Onward to Pamplona.
The Great Shoe Debate
Before we left home me, myself and I had the great shoe debate of 2015. Knowing my feet as well as I do I told myself to pack a pair of sneakers but my pack was full and I was afraid of the extra weight. On Day 2 I knew I’d made a mistake. In the tiny little village of Puente La Reina we found a tiny little shoe store. Not my first choice of colors, but as I said, vanity has no place on the Camino.
We walked away from Pamplona and for two days we walked through patchwork quilts of green and yellow, such vibrant colors there are no adjectives to clarify the depth of color. Pictures cannot begin to capture it. The greenest greens you can imagine and the yellow blossoms (mustard seed) are everywhere.
Into the Wind
On Day 4 we walked into the wind, the sky was misty gray and the temps had cooled considerably, perfect hiking weather. If it stayed this way for the next 30 days I’d be a happy hiker. A girl can dream.
The World Before Us
Day 5 found us passing through yet another sleepy picturesque Spanish village. We turned a corner and came upon a friendly man who encouraged us to follow him. We took a few steps, turned a corner and saw the world before us.
This sweet man planted his field for the world to see and each day he approaches passing pilgrims and encourages all who pass to see the world. He doesn’t speak a word of English, he doesn’t need too. If you listen you understand.
Will I Make It?
I suppose every pilgrim wonders the same thing. Will I actually make it to Santiago? For me, I know my head and heart are willing, but will my feet carry me there? I don’t know. But, here’s the thing. The day we walked over the mountain from St. Jean Pied de Port, I told myself that if we went home tomorrow it would be okay because we had conquered that damn mountain. So we take each day as it comes and we’ll just see how far we get. That’s all any of us can do.
April 15, 2015
We walked 15.5 miles
Highest elevation: 2,625′
April 16, 2015
We walked 14 miles
Highest elevation: 1,900′