In The Heat of the Hike...
One of the things about being a pilgrim and staying in a refugio or an albergue is that, no matter how tired you are when you awaken or are woken up by others, you must get up, prepare your things and head out by a certain time in the morning. Tomorrow's checkout time is 0900 which is actually quite cozy by pilgrim standards. A more typical time is 0800, although many pilgrims start heading out long before then in an attempt to beat the heat of the day, or in order to reach the next albergue or refugio ahead of other pilgrims or perhaps to contend with their own personal demons on the next leg of their pilgrimage.
For today's leg, we met up with Eneida's uncle Mario and with our brother-in-law Héctor, who each brought along a friend to do El Camino. They were eager to start the first leg of this much anticipated pilgrimage early.
At 0615 Héctor is ready to begin his Camino. Hotel Roncesvalles is on the left and the Colegiata de Santa María is in back. |
Elvin, Mario and Eneida head out past the Colegiata. |
We all left Roncesvalles together not long after 0615 and saw this sign which is a popular pilgrim photo opportunity. However the distance to Santiago indicated on it is greater by 25 kilometers than that indicated by another marker I passed much farther back near the Fontaine de Roland not far from the border with France. I am particular about these things so I won't let them pass unnoticed.
We couldn't pass up the photo-opp, even as I pointed out the factual discrepancy... So after having taken pictures of other members of our group and waiting for another group of pilgrims to take theirs, Eneida and I finally had our pictures taken. And when we were done we realized that the rest of our group had already left. No worries, we caught up to them at the first café that was open as we arrived in Burguete, the next village just 3 kilometers away. While there we had a typical early morning snack: fresh squeezed orange juice, coffee and whatever pastry or bread looked best. Actually this is a typical breakfast here - but it feels like just a snack to me.
The rest of our party, who arrived before we did, left as soon as they were done. Since they planned to go all the way to Pamplona (two full stages), were rested, pumped up and were making shorter stops, I figured we wouldn't see them again today.
In Burguete, we discovered a beautiful village still asleep. Naturally, I paused to take some photos. It is said that this was one of Ernest Hemingway's watering holes and that one of the bars in town still has his signature on a white piano.
As almost everyone in Oak Park, Illinois knows, Hemingway was a native and grew up there, attending Oak Park River Forest High School until leaving the U.S. and becoming a citizen of the world. Had he stayed at home, would his name resonate as strongly as it does so far from home?
Well, back to Burguete...
The village looked very attractive in the early morning light. The only sound came from the rushing of cool water along a small canal on one side of the main street. In retrospect, it was ironic that this is how the day started considering that it would be marked by the start of a very unusual, dangerous and extreme heat wave and its consequences: slow progress, fatigue, dehydration and for some: heat stroke.
But back to pleasant Burguete...
As I took pictures in a small park full of short stubby trees the sound of familiar voices broke over the fluid background.
It was Deni and Tamara - also from Puerto Rico, who we had first met upon arriving at St. Jean Pied-de-Port, and this was the fifth time we ran into them by chance and it was only the start of the second leg.
We were all heading out of town so naturally we continued together toward Zubiri, today´s destination and halfway to Pamplona, a much better known Hemingway hangout.
The route was supposed to be relatively flat except for a sharp descent into Zubiri, and mostly along natural pathways, passing through pastures, several villages and crossing three river valleys. There was to be shade in certain parts, so after crossing the Pyrenees, it promised to offer some relief from the intensity and length of the previous leg, as it was only about 22 km long.
As we left a pasture we had to open a gate in order to exit and were instructed by a sign to close the gate behind us or else the cows could escape. With pilgrims frequently passing through the gate a cow intent on breaking out to explore the world would likely not have to wait very long before a distracted pilgrim comes by and affords her the chance of a lifetime. Since I didn't encounter any cows on the lam, the cows must not be trying very hard to get out. Perhaps they are content to remain here and are entertained by the pilgrim-watching. Who knows?
A few more kilometers on, we entered the next village, Espinal. A quiet village surrounded by pastures, hills and forests.
The pavement marker shows the name of the village in Basque and Spanish and confirms that we are on El Camino with the two abstract clamshells.
After arriving in Roncesvalles, which can be taken to mean 'Valley of Thorns', I noticed that the wild plants along El Camino there gave a clear warning to stay away. There were bushes with thorns and small plants whose leaves with jagged edges looked like they might be poisonous. A wide variety of spiny, thistly and prickly plants could be seen adjacent to the path. In fact in Spanish 'espina' means 'spine' or 'thorn'. So we see a pattern in the names of two of the first villages in Navarra along El Camino...
Another pattern being established was that as soon as we saw a café-bar open in Espinal we made a beeline straight to its door. Freshly squeezed orange juice, fresh café con leche and sandwiches made with jamón serrano and local cheeses on a fresh loaf of bread were the standard. The sandwiches were not only delicious but versatile as they were also portable and perfect for a quick snack along the way.
While feasting in a small plaza outside Café-bar Keler, we met a Spanish couple who had also stopped there for breakfast. When they learned that all four of us were from Puerto Rico, Felipe and Marilo told us that they had met Silverio Pérez on a prior trip on El Camino and walked with him. Silverio is a well known Puerto Rican musician, comedian and media personality who made a documentary film of his travels along a portion of El Camino Portugues two years ago. This is another one of many 'Caminos de Santiago' which eventually join together and lead to Santiago de Compostela.
Here's a photo we took together.
One of the local butterflies was patient and paused long enough on a thorny plant to allow me to capture her portrait.
Along The Way, we came across a stone monument in Basque, Spanish and French stating, matter-of-factly, that in this location a prayer (salve or salve regina) is to be made for Our Lady of Roncesvalles. This spot was mentioned in Paulo Coelho's first novel "The Pilgrimage", which launched his career as writer, and which recounts his experiences during his pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostella along this same route. In his story, on the seventh day after leaving St. Jean Pied-de-Port, Mr. Coelho stops here with his guide "Petrus", at the very spot where Charlemagne first stopped to pray on Spanish soil, to do what the monument asked and also to perform a mystical exercise of his own.
On my third day out of St. Jean, I paused long enough to take this photo and continued on.
As the noon Navarran sun shone down on us we felt its full power and the temperature continued climbing far into the uncomfortable range. Yet we pushed on, with more frequent hydration breaks.
We continued through small hamlets and villages and after Viscarreta nearly missed a small but quaint cemetery.
As it got increasingly hot, progress became more difficult. Throw in some steep, sunny climbs on still fatigued muscles from the effort of crossing the Pyrenees and you start to get the picture.
After a bit we reached a wooded area which gave us some welcome and much needed shade.
El Camino has a way to remind us of our own mortality both by the sustained effort that it requires of us, the simpler life it engenders and by the occasional reminder of another fellow pilgrim who has perished along the way. The latest reminder was a rustic pyre of wood and pine cones built to memorialize a veteran pilgrim from Japan, named Shingo Yamashita, who was found dead here. He was 64.
Due to the extreme heat, we made an effort to stay hydrated along the way. We took some oral rehydration salts that I brought along for days like today. They consist of a combination of essential minerals (sodium and potassium) and glucose. Think of them as Gatorade for medical purposes. I highly recommend them as they can be true lifesavers.
After the Paso de Roldán (Roldán is the Spanish name for Roland, Charlemagne's beloved nephew who seems to have been notorious, if not entirely popular, in this area), we reached a road crossing with the mobile café Kiosco at Alto de Erro. There were several pilgrims seated at the tables taking a pause in the shade and contemplating what lay ahead. There the following crate seemed to encourage an informal undergarment swap-a-thon and perhaps more...
Following the refreshing stop, we began a fairly steep and very rocky descent from the Alto de Erro down a slope with jagged rocks. The good news: no more climbing. The bad news: an uneven, hot and tough descent on tired legs among large sharp rocks that force you to pay attention, lest you land on one of them the wrong way. During the descent, Eneida said that she started feeling faint and light-headed. We figured that this was likely due to the sweet soda drink she had at the café which likely spiked her blood sugar level - raising it quickly and then making it come crashing down. After a brief rest and some water, she felt better and we were able to continue down the rocky descent which led down to a river. We went across the río Arga on the medieval Puente de la Rabia (Bridge of Rabies) which, according to legend, could cure animals with rabies and led into the town of Zubiri (population 400) where we easily found our albergue, El Palo de Avellano, nearby.
After we checked into a clean room consisting of two bunk beds, a private bathroom and two small balconies looking out over the main street, it was hard to decide who would be the first to use the shower. While resting on the comfortable beds it was difficult to contemplate ever moving again. The fact that the only air-conditioning possible was by opening the doors to the balconies was not making us move any faster.
Of course, we had to take care of our daily pilgrim chores. Get the laundry washed (3€) and hung out to dry in the evening sun, lest an overly hot clothes dryer shrink or melt our synthetic, technical clothing. Then once that was underway, shower and change into fresh clothes and investigate the local dining options.
We decided to go with the pilgrim's menu at the albergue. It was a good choice and like typical pilgrim menus include three courses: an appetizer (una entrada), a main course (un plato principal), a desert (un postre) and your choice of water or wine for 13€.
Water or wine? Seriously!!!
I think you can try to guess what I chose... There is a public water fountain just around the corner from the albergue, so that wasn't it.
After dinner the natural air conditioning cooled things down quite a bit. A rain shower suddenly burst outside; thankfully after our dry clothes were collected and brought indoors. Then just as suddenly, it stopped, leaving behind much more comfortable temperatures.
Eneida and I ventured outside to explore the town and immediately ran into our friends from Norway, Bjørn and Olaug, who we had met on the climb up the foothills of the Pyrenees shortly after leaving St. Jean Pied-de-Port on the previous leg. We had last seen them at the refuge in Orisson two days ago, where they planned to spend the night. Our hope was that they had made it to Roncesvalles yesterday, then to Zubiri today but we couldn't be sure they had arrived here given the extreme heat today.
It was really nice to see them, and as we greeted them we both noticed that there was something wrong with Olaug. Her eyes were watery and she did not look well. She told us she was not feeling well. Bjørn was worried because, although she had been drinking plenty of water, she was unable to retain much of it. This had been going on for a number of hours.
Eneida and I recognized the signs of severe dehydration and immediately brought Olaug and Bjørn to our albergue and had her sit down in the lobby while we tended her. The lady that worked there was very kind and helpful and once we explained the situation to her, she quickly brought fresh water and offered to prepare a mixture of sugar and water for Olaug. We thankfully declined as we had something more effective and I ran upstairs to retrieve the oral rehydration salts from our room.
After explaining to Olaug and Bjørn that she needed to be rehydrated orally, we prepared the solution and had her start drinking it right away. Sip by sip she tolerated it well and after a few short minutes her demeanor began to change. She started to looking more alert, more comfortable and said she was feeling better. She even said she would like to try to eat something. That was a good sign things were improving.
Due to the situation with Olaug, neither she nor Bjørn had eaten dinner and it was already quite late but the lady at the albergue told us that there was a place nearby that might still be open. Eneida rushed over there to make sure they didn't close before we could get there with Olaug.
When we arrived, we were immediately seated and treated very kindly by the waiter. It was near closing time but he assured us that the kitchen would remain open until we ordered. Olaug was able to eat something light and Bjørn had dinner with beer. Even though several hours had passed since we arrived in Zubiri, I was still feeling a little dehydrated and refrained from drinking any more alcohol even though Bjørn kept offering very generously.
The care and concern shown by the people working at the restaurant and the albergue was exceptional. They made all of us feel welcome and supported in a difficult situation. Eneida and I had encountered the same hospitality and spirit of help when we arrived in Roncesvalles two nights ago.
We were all very glad that we were able to play a part in helping Olaug this evening, and are thankful that she will be fine tonight.
When you leave the safety and comfort of your home behind and undertake a trip anywhere, near or far, you become a pilgrim in a very fundamental way. You are at the mercy of your new surroundings: people and places. You place your trust in others and in yourself and hope all will be well.
To close, here is a sign displayed at the mobile café Kiosco at the Alto de Erro that gives a definition of pilgrim.
Crossing the río Urrobi and leaving Burguete. |
As we left a pasture we had to open a gate in order to exit and were instructed by a sign to close the gate behind us or else the cows could escape. With pilgrims frequently passing through the gate a cow intent on breaking out to explore the world would likely not have to wait very long before a distracted pilgrim comes by and affords her the chance of a lifetime. Since I didn't encounter any cows on the lam, the cows must not be trying very hard to get out. Perhaps they are content to remain here and are entertained by the pilgrim-watching. Who knows?
A few more kilometers on, we entered the next village, Espinal. A quiet village surrounded by pastures, hills and forests.
Entering Espinal |
The pavement marker shows the name of the village in Basque and Spanish and confirms that we are on El Camino with the two abstract clamshells.
A pavement marker confirms the route. |
After arriving in Roncesvalles, which can be taken to mean 'Valley of Thorns', I noticed that the wild plants along El Camino there gave a clear warning to stay away. There were bushes with thorns and small plants whose leaves with jagged edges looked like they might be poisonous. A wide variety of spiny, thistly and prickly plants could be seen adjacent to the path. In fact in Spanish 'espina' means 'spine' or 'thorn'. So we see a pattern in the names of two of the first villages in Navarra along El Camino...
Another pattern being established was that as soon as we saw a café-bar open in Espinal we made a beeline straight to its door. Freshly squeezed orange juice, fresh café con leche and sandwiches made with jamón serrano and local cheeses on a fresh loaf of bread were the standard. The sandwiches were not only delicious but versatile as they were also portable and perfect for a quick snack along the way.
While feasting in a small plaza outside Café-bar Keler, we met a Spanish couple who had also stopped there for breakfast. When they learned that all four of us were from Puerto Rico, Felipe and Marilo told us that they had met Silverio Pérez on a prior trip on El Camino and walked with him. Silverio is a well known Puerto Rican musician, comedian and media personality who made a documentary film of his travels along a portion of El Camino Portugues two years ago. This is another one of many 'Caminos de Santiago' which eventually join together and lead to Santiago de Compostela.
Here's a photo we took together.
Rest stop photo (Marilo, Tamara, me, Eneida, Felipe and Deni) |
One of the local butterflies was patient and paused long enough on a thorny plant to allow me to capture her portrait.
Beauty in Navarrra. |
On my third day out of St. Jean, I paused long enough to take this photo and continued on.
Salve Regina monument mentioned by Paulo Coelho in his first novel. |
As the noon Navarran sun shone down on us we felt its full power and the temperature continued climbing far into the uncomfortable range. Yet we pushed on, with more frequent hydration breaks.
Hi, there! Friend or Devil? |
In Viscarreta/Bizkarreta-Gerendian. |
We continued through small hamlets and villages and after Viscarreta nearly missed a small but quaint cemetery.
Back in time with those who came (and went) before... |
Gateway to El Camino... |
As it got increasingly hot, progress became more difficult. Throw in some steep, sunny climbs on still fatigued muscles from the effort of crossing the Pyrenees and you start to get the picture.
It gets steep after Linzoain! |
After a bit we reached a wooded area which gave us some welcome and much needed shade.
Even the stop signs are encouraging here... |
Welcome shade in the woodlands. |
El Camino has a way to remind us of our own mortality both by the sustained effort that it requires of us, the simpler life it engenders and by the occasional reminder of another fellow pilgrim who has perished along the way. The latest reminder was a rustic pyre of wood and pine cones built to memorialize a veteran pilgrim from Japan, named Shingo Yamashita, who was found dead here. He was 64.
Memorial for Shingo Yamashita, a Japanese pilgrim who perished here. |
Due to the extreme heat, we made an effort to stay hydrated along the way. We took some oral rehydration salts that I brought along for days like today. They consist of a combination of essential minerals (sodium and potassium) and glucose. Think of them as Gatorade for medical purposes. I highly recommend them as they can be true lifesavers.
After the Paso de Roldán (Roldán is the Spanish name for Roland, Charlemagne's beloved nephew who seems to have been notorious, if not entirely popular, in this area), we reached a road crossing with the mobile café Kiosco at Alto de Erro. There were several pilgrims seated at the tables taking a pause in the shade and contemplating what lay ahead. There the following crate seemed to encourage an informal undergarment swap-a-thon and perhaps more...
A bit of El Camino humor. |
Following the refreshing stop, we began a fairly steep and very rocky descent from the Alto de Erro down a slope with jagged rocks. The good news: no more climbing. The bad news: an uneven, hot and tough descent on tired legs among large sharp rocks that force you to pay attention, lest you land on one of them the wrong way. During the descent, Eneida said that she started feeling faint and light-headed. We figured that this was likely due to the sweet soda drink she had at the café which likely spiked her blood sugar level - raising it quickly and then making it come crashing down. After a brief rest and some water, she felt better and we were able to continue down the rocky descent which led down to a river. We went across the río Arga on the medieval Puente de la Rabia (Bridge of Rabies) which, according to legend, could cure animals with rabies and led into the town of Zubiri (population 400) where we easily found our albergue, El Palo de Avellano, nearby.
After we checked into a clean room consisting of two bunk beds, a private bathroom and two small balconies looking out over the main street, it was hard to decide who would be the first to use the shower. While resting on the comfortable beds it was difficult to contemplate ever moving again. The fact that the only air-conditioning possible was by opening the doors to the balconies was not making us move any faster.
Of course, we had to take care of our daily pilgrim chores. Get the laundry washed (3€) and hung out to dry in the evening sun, lest an overly hot clothes dryer shrink or melt our synthetic, technical clothing. Then once that was underway, shower and change into fresh clothes and investigate the local dining options.
We decided to go with the pilgrim's menu at the albergue. It was a good choice and like typical pilgrim menus include three courses: an appetizer (una entrada), a main course (un plato principal), a desert (un postre) and your choice of water or wine for 13€.
Water or wine? Seriously!!!
I think you can try to guess what I chose... There is a public water fountain just around the corner from the albergue, so that wasn't it.
After dinner the natural air conditioning cooled things down quite a bit. A rain shower suddenly burst outside; thankfully after our dry clothes were collected and brought indoors. Then just as suddenly, it stopped, leaving behind much more comfortable temperatures.
Eneida and I ventured outside to explore the town and immediately ran into our friends from Norway, Bjørn and Olaug, who we had met on the climb up the foothills of the Pyrenees shortly after leaving St. Jean Pied-de-Port on the previous leg. We had last seen them at the refuge in Orisson two days ago, where they planned to spend the night. Our hope was that they had made it to Roncesvalles yesterday, then to Zubiri today but we couldn't be sure they had arrived here given the extreme heat today.
It was really nice to see them, and as we greeted them we both noticed that there was something wrong with Olaug. Her eyes were watery and she did not look well. She told us she was not feeling well. Bjørn was worried because, although she had been drinking plenty of water, she was unable to retain much of it. This had been going on for a number of hours.
Eneida and I recognized the signs of severe dehydration and immediately brought Olaug and Bjørn to our albergue and had her sit down in the lobby while we tended her. The lady that worked there was very kind and helpful and once we explained the situation to her, she quickly brought fresh water and offered to prepare a mixture of sugar and water for Olaug. We thankfully declined as we had something more effective and I ran upstairs to retrieve the oral rehydration salts from our room.
After explaining to Olaug and Bjørn that she needed to be rehydrated orally, we prepared the solution and had her start drinking it right away. Sip by sip she tolerated it well and after a few short minutes her demeanor began to change. She started to looking more alert, more comfortable and said she was feeling better. She even said she would like to try to eat something. That was a good sign things were improving.
Due to the situation with Olaug, neither she nor Bjørn had eaten dinner and it was already quite late but the lady at the albergue told us that there was a place nearby that might still be open. Eneida rushed over there to make sure they didn't close before we could get there with Olaug.
When we arrived, we were immediately seated and treated very kindly by the waiter. It was near closing time but he assured us that the kitchen would remain open until we ordered. Olaug was able to eat something light and Bjørn had dinner with beer. Even though several hours had passed since we arrived in Zubiri, I was still feeling a little dehydrated and refrained from drinking any more alcohol even though Bjørn kept offering very generously.
The care and concern shown by the people working at the restaurant and the albergue was exceptional. They made all of us feel welcome and supported in a difficult situation. Eneida and I had encountered the same hospitality and spirit of help when we arrived in Roncesvalles two nights ago.
We were all very glad that we were able to play a part in helping Olaug this evening, and are thankful that she will be fine tonight.
When you leave the safety and comfort of your home behind and undertake a trip anywhere, near or far, you become a pilgrim in a very fundamental way. You are at the mercy of your new surroundings: people and places. You place your trust in others and in yourself and hope all will be well.
To close, here is a sign displayed at the mobile café Kiosco at the Alto de Erro that gives a definition of pilgrim.
Some El Camino philosophy at the mobile café Kiosco. |
My translation:
I dare say: in this life we are all pilgrims!
Note: This blog was begun on El Camino but finished weeks later. This allowed a more complete and detailed approach in the text and also for the photos to undergo some additional processing. In short, the heat wave that began on this day and ultimately lasted more than two weeks and the consequent fatigue made it very difficult to do much more than write a portion of the text of each day's blog. As time permits, I plan to continue posting the remaining blogs. So stay tuned!
Pilgrim:
Is anyone who has
a free spirit,
light luggage,
a sense of solidarity.
And spontaneously follows
the path of her dreams.
A bird resting on a branch
never fears that it may break,
because its trust
is not on the branch itself
but rather on its wings.
I dare say: in this life we are all pilgrims!
Note: This blog was begun on El Camino but finished weeks later. This allowed a more complete and detailed approach in the text and also for the photos to undergo some additional processing. In short, the heat wave that began on this day and ultimately lasted more than two weeks and the consequent fatigue made it very difficult to do much more than write a portion of the text of each day's blog. As time permits, I plan to continue posting the remaining blogs. So stay tuned!