We started out from Orisson and hiked almost eight hours to a max altitude of 1500 metres, through those incredible Pyrenees and their passes. We crossed the border into Spain and descended 300 metres to arrive in Roncesvalles at 3:30, for a total of 21 km. Our hostel was a converted Abbey- newly renovated. Lovely place. Time to wash some clothes (I just throw mine on the floor of my shower stall, squirt whatever soap I have - today it was shampoo, stomp on the pile, wring out after my shower) and put them on line outside. Supper, socialize with other peregrinos from Orisson and new ones we met today - try to blog while the Wifi works and before they turn the lights out! That is pretty much the daily routine.
What makes the Camino extraordinary is the people you meet. Like Mark (can't get away from that name) who was my upper bunk mate in Orisson. He tells me upon seeing me at the next hostel that night that I snored the least of the 5 ladies and since I was under his bunk , he would have no problem me being on top that night! He's an Ohian who sounds like a hillbilly from Kentucky who had to take a cab back to Orisson to pick up a shirt he left there-a very special one made by his son. Mark will reappear farther on The Camino with a different story, I am sure!
Supper was with a French couple who loved our accent and whom I kept amused with antics like hanging a spoon off my nose, or swatting flies with my guide book. All the other pilgrims ate at the Abbey. We had to be different (unintentionally) and eat at another restaurant.
If I had a Euro for every time someone said I had a cute French accent, by the end of the Camino I would have enough money to return.
Our bunk mates at the hostel? You guessed it! more Canadians; a young couple, he from BC and his girlfriend a cute little Quebecoise who was three months pregnant.
Too many stories and not enough time. Hasta la proxima.
Buenas noches a mi amiga Donna.
With love and gratitude for Roncesvalles, Spain and my second day on The Camino.
Supper was with a French couple who loved our accent and whom I kept amused with antics like hanging a spoon off my nose, or swatting flies with my guide book. All the other pilgrims ate at the Abbey. We had to be different (unintentionally) and eat at another restaurant.
If I had a Euro for every time someone said I had a cute French accent, by the end of the Camino I would have enough money to return.
Our bunk mates at the hostel? You guessed it! more Canadians; a young couple, he from BC and his girlfriend a cute little Quebecoise who was three months pregnant.
Too many stories and not enough time. Hasta la proxima.
Buenas noches a mi amiga Donna.
With love and gratitude for Roncesvalles, Spain and my second day on The Camino.
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