April 7, 2016
The first wave of peregrin@ woke me like a gargle mouthed song bird at 5:30 a.m. The next wave began a little after 6. Franny and I hit the trail at 7:45 after coffee and a muffin.
I'm looking forward to the simplicity, the nature and the active spring weather as they massage my aging soul. One brings intensions on this 480 mile walk. Mine will be found, like sea shells nestled in morning sand, as the days rise up singing.
For our first day we planned a short 7 mile hike. This plan allowed us to test our health and equipment. We passed with flying colors. After finishing the hike in 3 hours, we toured the village of 200 and took time to bath and give ourselves an afternoon off to read, write and craft. No blisters, no aches, no pains and a good appetite.
The scallop shell is ubiquitous in the cities, villages and countryside; as path markers, on sides of churches and in the city sidewalks on the trail.
This walk started out as a pilgrimage and so it is today. Saint James was a catalyst as were early pilgrims devoted to St. James. The scallop shell held by St. James which he filled with water saved a thirsty pilgrim from a devilish character.
The popularity of this pilgrimage has grown immensely over the past few years. Many pilgrims couldn't find a room at the Albergue tonight and had to press on into the misty windy night.
Thinking ahead we reserved our bunks for tomorrow night so we'll be in no rush to hike our 11 miles. We won't think of time, we'll stop as we please and let the day shape us into ......... Saludos.