08.10.2013 - 09.10.2013 20 °C
Every morning people start making noise around 5:30am, and today was not the exception. Our two Korean roommates got up around 5:45am and the noise began. I wanted to sleep more but it was just not possible. We got up at 6am, had our coffee and baguette and left the albergue around 7am.
I was in a similar state to yesterday, thinking why not catch a bus to Burgos and maybe another to Santiago and then tour around Spain by bus or train??? Why am I here?? Anyway they were not really good thoughts to start the morning.
In the middle of my long face and not so positive attitude we left the albergue and a French couple was just in front of us –a mum and her son. She was around 80 years old and he was maybe 60 years old. A mountain was our first challenge at beginning of the day; it was 200 or 300 meters high and fairly easy to trek up.
We passed the French couple at the beginning of the trek, but not long after they passed me; this lady had the determination to go so fast, and she was so happy, and told me “Buen Camino”. I decided to follow her, and it was my first lesson or good example to follow that morning. She made me sweat to try keeping her pace and in the end we did the mountain together.
I felt a little embarrassed to be competing with an old lady and the worst was that she nearly beat me, ha ha ha. But the best was coming because on the top of this mountain the sunrise and the amazing views of the valleys were just so impressive. I think it was the reason why the old lady was running to the top -to see the marvelous sun coming out; she mentioned something to me in French and I believe it was her saying how important seeing the sun shine over the Spanish countryside and experience the colors across the horizon was.
Here were my answers to my questions from yesterday: the beauty of this Way and experience was there in front of me, the beauty of the universe and the energy of the earth was there only for me, or for us. This beauty of nature to share with all of you, this beauty to keep in my heart and in my memory for life and of course the beauty of the example given by the old French lady.
A big cross with stones on its base was also on the top of the mountain, and with the contrast of the blue sky, the sunset, the cross, the stones, the fog, the windmill, the white lines the planes left in the sky as they passed overhead was something unforgettable.
The way today was different, it was full of stone-covered paths, and While previously I could not enjoy some parts of the Way because of my blisters, today it was easier to take each step and not feel any pain (ok, less pain). It made me happy.
Today was a special day, a short walk (only 20 kilometers), the weather was wonderful, a marvelous landscape, and our arrival to Burgos, one of the most delightful cities for me.
Burgos is a big city with a beautiful cathedral, an architecturally impressive city center and a famous monastery. The city is crossed from side to side by a gorgeous river, and some bridges at several points of its way are famous from when they were built centuries ago.
We decided to stay two days in this city to be able to explore and rest our poor feet and bodies a little bit. It was really necessarily, and we both enjoyed the break.
The stone paths in particular were doing us some damage. These stones were big and it was difficult to walk over them. The stones on the paths of the Way have played a special role nearly every day. They are used to signal our route; they are used as souvenirs of the Way; they are used to write words of motivation across the Way by anonymous angels, which really works; they are used as a form of meditation by carrying them in our pockets and rubbing them, among other things. The power of the stones on our Way and also in our lives.