Early morning of our last day before we set off on El Camino.
D2 is sleeping. I do my washing and go for a walk down town to find the Pilgrims’ Office. I see pilgrims heading out of town, laughing, fresh and eager to face their first day.
D2 is still sleeping. I head down town again and have a coffee. At the cafe I chat with a German pilgrim who has walked 5 kms up the trek and back already, training he says. I feel inadequate, but then wonder if perhaps he hasn’t left it a bit late to train. Then he tells me about the pilgrims he has seen on his way back, already struggling with the Pyrenees. I add apprehension to inadequacy.
D2 finally wakes and we head down town again for lunch. She has a galette, it is big, and unlike anything we have in Australia.
Then off to the Pilgrims’ Office where we get our pilgrim passport, our first stamp and the scallop shell for our backpacks, the symbol of the Camino.
A French cider, enjoying the balmy evening, watching the passers by, wondering which ones are pilgrims, and how they feel. I imagine people from all over the world, just like us who have been planning and training(maybe), for the past months.
And here we are, gathered at the foothills of the Pyrenees, ready for the challenge ahead.
Yes, I am excited, and scared, but with me I have the words of my guide from my first trek to Everest Base Camp.
“Small steps, slow steps Madame and you will make it”
PS I am doing this post in a cafe that has really weak wifi, and my phone’s battery is running out, so sorry the photos aren’t where they are supposed to be!!!