April 17, 2018 – Roncesvalles to Zubiri, Camino de Santiago
I am knackered and I will probably lose two toenails (from my toes hitting the front of my shoes as I descend hills). Thankfully I have no blisters…knock on wood. That’s an impressive feat! I am wearing two pairs of socks – liners plus merino socks – and lathering my feet first in vaseline. It sounds weird, but it’s a great trick for long distance walking to prevent blisters.
Overall it’s been 56km in 3 days.
A hell of a lot of steps taken and a lot of hills climbed. Lots of hills. There’s a saying that’s sprung up on the trail: AFH. (Another F***ing Hill.) They are a killer when you’re already exhausted and wearing an 8 kg backpack. But it’s just the beginning. I still have two mountain ranges to climb before reaching Santiago. The Pyrenees was only the first.
I started the day with a 6 am wake-up call. A volunteer at the Roncesvalles Monastery walking throughout the dorm calling out: ‘Good morning. Time to wake up. The Camino is waiting.’ With that, I was up, had breakfast and was hitting the trail by 7.30am.
I have walked with Brian and Missy from New Hampshire, Belinda from the Philippines, Nicky from Auckland and I spent about 10km today walking with Sharon and Jerry from Canberra (Australia), the same city where my daughter lives. I even found the Italian girl I met on Day 1 walking up to Orison. (She speaks no English and I tried with my high school Italian. Just made us laugh more and try and teach each other words. We were even on her Facetime with her Mumma and Puppa from Italy when we stopped for a break!).
The Camino is all about the amazing people you meet and I have indeed met some today. People are looking out for me all over. It’s lovely.
The “one step at a time” mantra seems to be working. I’m still walking.