The Rain in Spain

The rain in Spain does not stay mainly in the Plain, because yesterday it poured all day long and I walked through it.  Red rivers of mud flowed down the hills and it made for really heavy going but at least my poncho kept me dry.  My boots were caked in mud and my pants had stretched by about 6 inches and were dragging in the dirt.  At one point there was not a soul except me on the route and I was making up a song and singing at the top of my lungs, what a picture.  I did have several moments when I wondered what on earth I was doing walking in the rain on Easter Sunday when all the family was sitting down to a lovely dinner but now today I find myself at the Albergue sponsored by Paulo Coelho.  It is an old stone house with stone floors, wooden beams and woodstoves.  Ten beds only and on the wooden posts at the end of my bed there are four angels and I am reminded of the childhood prayer about Matthew, Mark, Luke and John and the angels protecting me.  An evening meal is being prepared for us by the hospitaleros so the seven of us who have stumbled upon this little piece of paradise will share a meal together.  It is quite a difference from the big refugios I have been staying at but so welcome because I was exhausted and had hit a wall after yesterday's walk. 
Life is strangely intensified here and small things matter, just things we take so much for granted - hot showers, a warm bed to crawl into.
There is a notice posted in the bedroom:
The tourist demands, the pilgrim thanks.  I now know the difference.

Racing for a Refugio

Today I arrived in Najera.  Gratefully the rain has held off in the day and fallen through the night which deepened the green of the wheat fields and the yellow of the path taking us through them.  Vineyards spread out for miles on either side and red poppies start to punctuate the yellow gorse.  Sadly this scenery is behind me and passing through some modern cities and industrial areas, I really missed all that had gone before.  After two of my longest days of walking (27 kms and then today 30 kms) I am now 595 kms from Santiago.  The day starts quite early because it is essential to get going as there is a bit of a race to the refugio to get a bed.  Later in the day it becomes much harder as I found out yesterday in Logrono and this is where trust comes in.  Logrono has very elaborate Easter celebrations and the whole town was jumping last night which seems a bit weird since it was Good Friday but there was a procession through the streets with men carrying crosses and Jesus on the cross, it was quite amazing but there was no room at the inn and Carmel from Australia called everywhere in town and the report from each was "completo".  It would be easy to panic but we found ourselves at a hostel run by the church where overflow mattresses were spread over every available surface. I think the priest took pity on two old broads and showed us a room that I think was his with two single beds.  Brilliant.  There is a huge difference in the feeling and energy of the refugios that are run by volunteers or the church and those that are run for profit.  The spirit of the Camino is so much more evident in the former.  Little bits of grace come every day if I pay attention.  The little man at the market in Estella who charged me 1 euro for 2 oranges and 2 bananas and then handed me my change on a free tangerine and the people who appear just when I need them.  This is the Camino.

Finding peace on the Camino

Today I walked about 20 kms after having a quiet day yesterday at the Refugio at Cizur Menor just outside Pamplona.  My shoulders ached and I worried that the muscle pain would get worse and dreaded picking up my heavy pack once more.  I had stayed overnight at the Refugio in Pamplona even though I had considered staying at the Hotel de la Playa where Hemingway stayed and where his room, #217 is still available with original furnishings, for a modest 520 euros a night!  I saw the Plaza de los Toros and followed the path of the running of the bulls (and no Lynn, I was not wearing red).
The walk today took me through rolling hills with views reminiscent of Tuscany.  Spring follows me along the route and wisteria dripped from the balcony of the refugio and lilacs bloom in the gardens of the little villages we pass through.  Apple blossoms, wild thyme and yellow gorse dot the path and fields of yellow wildflowers contrast with the brilliant green that the province of Navarre boasts at this time of year.
I took off my still heavy backpack and sat down for a rest.  The fields on either side of the route stretched beyond where the eye could see, so I looked to see what was planted there.  Peas.... peas, finally I had found peas on the Camino.  Maybe I need to make my prayers clearer but I do think God has a great sense of humour.

Ultreia

Steinbeck wrote that we don't take a journey, a journey takes us.  The Camino is taking me.  Today I passed through little villages nestling at the base of the Pyrenees where smoke snaked from chimneys and bells from stone churches tolled to remind me to stay present. A shepherd herded his sheep across the road just after I crossed it, time stand still here. Then I thought to myself, "maybe this Christian pilgrimage will make a Buddhist out of me?"  Mindfulness and staying present are a good place to start and essential on this trip. 

I made it to Zubiri today and tomorrow hope to get to Pamplona.  I have but one prayer to say, "Please God, can I have a bottom bunk next time?"

Over the Pyrenees

I am waiting here in Roncevalles for my pilgrim meal.  I am absolutely starving, I suppose walking over the Pyrenees will do that to a person.  The first ascent to the refugio/gite called Orisson was especially steep and then today we climbed the rest of it and now have come down the other side.  1400 ft.  It is an amazing sight to see: a steady stream of pilgrims behind and in front, snaking up and down the trail.  All ages and nationalities.  The one little walker who passed me a couple of times today is from Kent, England and she is 77.  Needless to say I made no complaints to her.  The advice I was given by those who had done this walk before was: just show up, no whining and stay open, good life advice anyway.  Metaphors abound here.  I am, for instance, carrying much too much baggage and the ache in my back is a great reminder of this.  Coming from Lourdes where I spent two days, it is a huge reminder to be grateful for the good health to do this. What a sight to see that is.  I never expected it to be so moving with lines of sick people being pulled along in the big blue wheelchairs and the mass for the sick so well organised.  I think the miracle of Lourdes is all the young people who volunteer to help there and the love and care they give to those they serve, such kindness.  The grounds and the Grotto are beautiful though with all the souvenir shops it feels just like Niagara Falls.  I actually went into the baths too, quite an experience.
Oh, I forgot, I´m in Spain, maybe someone could whip me up a little sangria.
Hasta la vista

My bags are packed....

After weeks of preparation and with my backpack loaded after a couple of re-packings, I am set to go.  I have laced up my boots, checked final details and prepare to take the first steps towards walking the Camino, the pilgrimage route of approximately 800 kms.  Destination - Santiago de Compostela.  Here lie the bones of St. James the Apostle but many taking this route have no belief in saints, church or even God.  Maybe I will discover what compels us all to take this journey.