Last night in Zubiri the terraces were full with conversation and laughter. It’s so fun to hear and be a part of. What wasn’t so fun were the church bells ringing on the hour, again at five minutes for the hour and on the half hour. We heard them all!!!!

Observations:
It seems like on the second or third day friendships and groups begin to really form. You see people gravitate towards each other. This often happens because of shared communal meals, staying in the same places multiple nights, passing each other several times on the same mountain, shared experiences, shared pain, and so much more.


On the third day of pilgrimage you really see these groups form as people walk into a village and past a cafe and everyone shouts a hello. So much fun to see people connecting and finding encouragement.

One of the other observations is seeing people helping each other. Today we heard a story from Madeline from Italy. She was struggling up a hill. Yesterday we stopped to talk to her and she explained that she had a disease in her neck that still caused her problems. She assured us she would be fine though we encouraged her to send her pack ahead.

Today we sat at a cafe and Madeline joined us. She sent her pack ahead today and shared with us that a gentleman slowed down yesterday to walk with her. He was still walking with her. It was nice. Noël wondered if he helped her to help himself, in other words he needed to slow down so walking with her helped him do that. Regardless it was nice.

Wies is a guy from Manchester that we have spoke with from time to time. Yesterday he sat down at the food truck with us and we exchanged names. He left before we did from the food truck. And as we headed down the steep incline he had stopped. We asked if he was okay and he said his knee was not good. He doesn’t take pharmaceuticals. He assured us he was fine.

We met up again today and he asked about the sports tape he saw us wear on the first day. So Noël offered to tape his knee. We came to a village with only a vending machine and a few chairs and Noël got his knee taped. His plan once he reached Pamplona was to get another walking stick and some tape. As we walked along I offered him one of my sticks to see if it helped him. He was grateful for the help and advice and is planning to get another stick.

Last funny thing…we saw two pilgrims walking towards Pamplona only they missed a sign so Noël and I shouted to them about where to go. Another pilgrim cheekily said “the camino teaches, don’t tell them.” To which I replied, “I am the camino!” I didn’t mean it in some superior way but rather we are all here to help each other and that is the camino spirit.

Just a few observations and stories from today. Hope you are well. Buen Camino!
























