Day one of the Camino Frances
Yesterday was my first day walking. I did the upward climb from st. Jean Pied de Port. I don’t know the exact elevation but you can see from this map it’s nearly straight up. Only 5 miles but very hard especially when one has not trained.
At one point a woman I was walking with dropped her bottle and water spilled all over the road. I shared mine with her but then later on I ran out and a young man shared his with me.
I didn’t hike with what I called “the walking wounded” two years ago. We were more like “the crawling breathless”. And yet we stuck together and encouraged each other on until finally we rounded a corner and there was the Auberge Orisson.
There were people there waiting to serve us. They showed us to our rooms, gave us our tokens for the shower, and when we ordered food they brought it to us at the beautiful veranda overlooking the valley. We were truly welcomed and made to feel comfortable.
Another interesting note to the day…as I was leaving St. Jean Pied de Port I met 4 Americans starting out on the camino.
Me: Are you American?
Me: Where are you from
One of them: Ohio
Me: Me too. Which town?
One of them: Dayton
Me: No way! I’m from Dayton
It turns out we all live with 20 miles of each other. Two were from Dayton and the other two were from Montana and Colorado.
It is truly a small world