I was thinking of titling this post “Rules of the Road” but I really don’t think there are rules. The road just is what it is. There are conditions and circumstances that make it more or less enjoyable. I’d say my own personal “Conditions of the Camino” are:
1. Do not walk more than 10 km a day.
2. Wear knee support.
3. Walk after the sun has risen (8 am) Depending on terrain, it’s only going to take 2 to 2 1/2 hours to walk 10 km. You can’t enjoy the landscape in the dark. And it’s easier to get lost
4. If it’s easy terrain, carry the pack. It gives you a lot more flexibility if you have your things with you.
5. Arrive early. (But not too early. Many albergues don’t open until noon)
I would not have chosen a lot of this, but ironically I think it has me enjoying things more. As a result of walking less, there are many advantages:
1. I can be the last one out, and have more room to organize my stuff.
2. I’m not in a rush. It’s hard to stretch 10 km into even 3 hours
3. I’m usually the first person at my destination, get the best bed
4. I can take a shower and do my laundry before most people show up. No competition for facilities.
5. I’m not tired so I take time to explore the town.
6. I get to know the locals because I hang out with them all day.
7. There’s a whole new group of people to meet every night.
8. More time to blog (if you have decent wifi)
#7 has its good and bad points. Sometimes you meet people you’d like to spend more time with but no one is going this pace. At the most you’ll spend the morning with them walking the next 10 km (but not if you’re the last person out the door)
Tonight was the second time in 20 days where the language around the dinner table was Spanish. And the only non-Spaniards were Italian and Portuguese speakers, so they could follow a lot of the conversation. All the Spaniards were saying how much the Camino has changed in the past 5-8 years: more commercial, crowded, not very contemplative. One said that estimates were that there are currently 30,000 on the Camino francés.
The first day of walking on my rejuvenated leg took me to Rabé de las Calzadas. I had a reservation and shipped my pack, and was the first to arrive – about 20 minutes before it opened at 12:30. Three other people waited with me, including two future roommates – one from Portland OR and the other from Germany via Turkish parents. We got into a discussion about the movie “The Way” which everyone discusses all the time on this trip. My experience with this movie was finding it as a bargain basement DVD a few years ago and picking it up thinking it might be of interest since I hoped to walk the Camino one day. I don’t ever remember it being in theaters. I thought it was mostly uninspiring, although the scenery is nice. Apparently it has moved thousands of Americans (and others – apparently it showed in Germany) enough to walk the Camino. So basically Emilio Estevez and Martin Sheen are to blame for the 30,000 people currently hogging all the beds!
When I voiced my lukewarm review of the movie my Portland roommate reacted as though I’d committed a sin! This was her second time on the Camino and she felt she needed to come back to get grounded and make decisions about life. I still think this is like a mad rush playing musical beds!
Dinner that night was a little less serious. Two sisters (one now in Vermont and the other in Chicago) helped me finish off a bottle of red wine. We ended up singing traditional songs of the countries represented at our dinner table – Frere Jacques, It’s a Long Way to Tipperary, and She’ll Be Comin Round the Mountain When She Comes.
Many of us went to the evening vespers service at the convent that night. It was a bit confusing since you had to be buzzed in. You really didn’t want to show up late. After the service they did a pilgrim blessing and asked us to pray for them. Since the youngest was probably in her 60s I can understand why – if someone doesn’t join soon, there will no longer be a convent. They were very sweet as they tied medals of the virgin around our necks and gave us kisses as though we were undergoing first communion.
The day I walked to Hornillos was an exercise in killing time. I arrived at 9:30 (see rule #1-no walking before sun up) and knowing nothing was open in town, the innkeeper let me sit in the common room as they cleaned up from the night before. They explained there was so much hair on the floor because 4 Catalans were traveling with 2 dogs – one of which was quite large! Once the clock struck 11 I knew the cafe/bar would br open, so I headed down there for second breakfast, which really turned into lunch.
That night we had a communal dinner of paella and salad. One of the pilgrims was a chef from Australia. He said he usually doesn’t divulge that info. We discussed baseball, a sport he claims he knows nothing about. However, he did manage to win a 6-pack of beer by betting the Red Sox would win the World Series in 2004! He claimed when his American friend wanted to bet, the only team name he could come up with was the Red Sox!
So here I am in Hontanas in the municipal albergue. Thought I’d have my own private alcove but someone who claims she has a bad knee just moved to the bottom bunk next to me!
That’s all for now folks!