April 21, 2018 – Pamplona to Zariquiegui. Camino de Santiago.
After a ‘rest day’ in Pamplona, I spent the morning walking solo up a ‘slow, steady climb’, eventually to a small village called Zariquiegui where I’m spending the night. It wasn’t a long day walking. Only 13km. But it was mostly uphill.
Oh! Those hills on the Camino de Santiago. They are a delight…
It was an early start leaving Pamplona
The city was so quiet, especially after being up so, so late last night. The street cleaners were still working when I passed them.
It was a few kilometres of walking, just getting out of Pamplona. I chatted with my daughter back in Australia, while I navigated the city streets. (I know she worries.) I then spent a few hours traipsing a rocky path with undulating green paddocks on either side of it. Some of the fields were cultivated with canola crops, the rest I’m still considering what they are (!!) There will be more to come along the trail I’m sure.
Zariquiegui was a pre-planned destination, a place to meet up with Jerry and Sharon.
They told me of their intention to photograph Alto del Perdon at sunrise. The Alto del Perdon is an iconic spot on the Camino and to capture it with the sun streaming through made my camera finger itchy. So I asked if I may join them.
Zariquiegui is an interesting place. Small. Intimate. A stopping point for many.
If you have watched the Martin Sheen/Emilio Estevez movie, “The Way”, you may recognize the front of the Iglesia de San Andres as the setting for one of the movie’s earlier scenes, where Yoost meets Sarah. Yes, I have become very familiar with this movie over the last months, especially when people continue to speak of it along The Way.
It was here, as I was eating my lunch, that I met my own ‘Joost”. That is, I met Martin. Or, as he self-proclaimed, he was “The Fat German Guy”. That was how he introduced himself. He was a lovely man, who told me of his story. Turned out, we were sharing a dorm and I would actually see more of Martin than my eyes would have liked, but it was these few moments, sitting eating lunch, chatting about our lives, that I remember most. Thankfully.