I finished five days of hiking, 57 miles total!
To recap, First day of the hike was hiking out of the city, St. Jean Pied de Port. This was the hardest day for me. The trail was a steep incline, going right up to the Pyranese. I felt as if I made a mistake, what the heck was I thinking! We split this hike up into two days lucky for me. Day two, the pinnacle. Another tough hike, but this time, we had friends. A mother/daughter team from Pennsylvania. The views were spectacular looking over the rolling, green land with the clouds below us, the cool mountain air blowing and the cow bells ringing. I periodically would look at the trail behind me to see what I accomplished for a little pat on the back.
I found myself emotional on this hike, very hard to explain why but that I was overwhelmed by what I was looking at, where I was, exhaustion, and the list goes on.
We hiked over the border into Spain, and stayed the night in Roncevalles for some rest--I really just hiked a mountain, incredible.
Day 3, hiked to the city of Zubiri. Great hike for me. I felt strong, my pace is a little faster, though my dad world disagree, lots of shade. Valerie and I worked out a water system, I grab it out of her bag, we drink, I put the water back in her bag.
At this point, w are starting to make lots of friends. There's, Neil, an opinionated Canadian guy who's done the Camino before. Karin, from Boston, rewarding herself for completing grad school. Meshae, from south africa, who's been walking already for 30 days, and has given me lots of blister advise, and of course, Christene and her 14 year old daughter from the US.
Day 4, we hiked into Pamplona. Another very beautiful hike along the spanish country side. I was so looking forward to Pamplona, but the weirdest thing was, as we walked though the busy city, I felt exposed.For the past few days, we'd been in smaller towns, where people were friendly and things moved slower. I walked with my nasty hiking and my frizzy hair along side the beautiful European woman and their sassy shoes. The great part of Pamplona--tapas, tapas, tapas. And the best question someone could ask me, white or red?
Today, my body is feeling tired. My legs hurt, my knees hurt, and my blisters are inevitable. But, we continue to meet more people and we continue to see our friends we've made along the way. We are staying in a "plush" alberge today. We have our own room, free wifi, hot shower where the water doesn't keep shutting off, washer and dryer, TV. Yes, these are normal things, but to us, this is luxury.
There really is so much to tell you, but, I'm hungry and ready for a glass of wine.
I can say this: It's a simple life, it moves slow, friendships are sincere, and conversations run deep.
Excuse the grammer and puncuatins, done all on my phone and I'm exhausted.
Buen Camino
To recap, First day of the hike was hiking out of the city, St. Jean Pied de Port. This was the hardest day for me. The trail was a steep incline, going right up to the Pyranese. I felt as if I made a mistake, what the heck was I thinking! We split this hike up into two days lucky for me. Day two, the pinnacle. Another tough hike, but this time, we had friends. A mother/daughter team from Pennsylvania. The views were spectacular looking over the rolling, green land with the clouds below us, the cool mountain air blowing and the cow bells ringing. I periodically would look at the trail behind me to see what I accomplished for a little pat on the back.
I found myself emotional on this hike, very hard to explain why but that I was overwhelmed by what I was looking at, where I was, exhaustion, and the list goes on.
We hiked over the border into Spain, and stayed the night in Roncevalles for some rest--I really just hiked a mountain, incredible.
Day 3, hiked to the city of Zubiri. Great hike for me. I felt strong, my pace is a little faster, though my dad world disagree, lots of shade. Valerie and I worked out a water system, I grab it out of her bag, we drink, I put the water back in her bag.
At this point, w are starting to make lots of friends. There's, Neil, an opinionated Canadian guy who's done the Camino before. Karin, from Boston, rewarding herself for completing grad school. Meshae, from south africa, who's been walking already for 30 days, and has given me lots of blister advise, and of course, Christene and her 14 year old daughter from the US.
Day 4, we hiked into Pamplona. Another very beautiful hike along the spanish country side. I was so looking forward to Pamplona, but the weirdest thing was, as we walked though the busy city, I felt exposed.For the past few days, we'd been in smaller towns, where people were friendly and things moved slower. I walked with my nasty hiking and my frizzy hair along side the beautiful European woman and their sassy shoes. The great part of Pamplona--tapas, tapas, tapas. And the best question someone could ask me, white or red?
Today, my body is feeling tired. My legs hurt, my knees hurt, and my blisters are inevitable. But, we continue to meet more people and we continue to see our friends we've made along the way. We are staying in a "plush" alberge today. We have our own room, free wifi, hot shower where the water doesn't keep shutting off, washer and dryer, TV. Yes, these are normal things, but to us, this is luxury.
There really is so much to tell you, but, I'm hungry and ready for a glass of wine.
I can say this: It's a simple life, it moves slow, friendships are sincere, and conversations run deep.
Excuse the grammer and puncuatins, done all on my phone and I'm exhausted.
Buen Camino
This is amazing Francy! I love seeing all of your pictures and reading about your days. Very awesome and we are so proud of you!
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