One of the hardest days of the Camino-COMPLETE!!!

I had a great day in St Jean-de-pied-de-Port with John, buying a few last minute things and working off some jet lag. The next day I took off early in the morning to take the 15 mile trek across the Pyrenees.  

“You don’t walk the Camino, the Camino walks you.  You talk to who you are supposed to talk to, you room with who you are supposed to room with, and you feel the pain you are supposed to feel.”  -my new friend from Ireland, John. He is walking the Camino for the second time!

After the first day, and possibly the hardest day of the Camino, I think John is right about this.  I’d be a liar liar pants on fire if I didn’t say it was hard. It was. The climb was strenuous through the mountains under the punishing sun. People were dragging and walking at a snail’s pace uphill. 

 

It’s a long way up, and then back down.

However, the scenery was beautiful and new friends were made that make it worth it.  Just like in life itself, things don’t always go according to plan.  The hostel where we were supposed to stay was full,  but it took them two hours to tell us that, so it was a late night after an exhausting day trying to find a place to stay.  But all is well that ends well.  We ultimately found another hostel that suited our needs just fine.  

I took in the Mountain Views and the sounds of the bells on the herds of sheep  and horses.  It was really magical up there.  I hope I get to see it again someday. But until then, we will head through flatter land and head to Pamplona over the next couple of days.

Sheep Everywhere!
The horses are beautiful!

Next blog will be from Pamplona where the conduct running of the bulls every July, and where I plan to take my first rest day.

Until then, Adios.

Leslie 

 

Gratitudes:

Trekking poles – they are a life saver

Friends with really dry humor from Ireland

Private rooms – because honestly most people snore.  There was a real chorus going on last night in our little room for eight.  More on that later!