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Lights in the alberge came on promptly at 6:00 and there was a mad rush to get on the road. I left Roncesvalles at 7:30 am after eating a yogurt and a cafe con leche from the vending machine and it was surprisingly good. Tried to connect to wifi to upload some pictures but with 300+ people all trying to do the same thing it was next to impossible.
Not far from my starting point I bought some cheese, ham and half a baguette at a little store. Seems like everyone else had the same idea judging from the lineup. I like the idea of have lunch on the road when hunger dictates rather than waiting for the next village and trying to find a restaurant.
When I wrote my 65 by 65 List the words "Kiss a Spaniard" popped into my head. I spoke with my daughter and laughed saying how crazy that was. Her response was, "Write it down. You never know!"
Today I kissed a Spaniard. Just out of Burgette, a little old man was greeting people as they passed his farm. I smiled. He walked quickly and as he grabbed my hand he asked if I was French. Then he came in for the kiss. When I realized he was aiming for my lips, I turned my head. He tried again and again I turned. "Photo?" he asked. I walked on and when I turned around, I saw every woman that passed got he undivided attention. Later, when recounting my experience, several women remarked, "Oh, you met the kissing man!"
Immediately I messaged my daughter. She was excited, "Mom that is so great! What is he like?" Upon hearing the story she laughed and told me, "Next time be more specific!"
Two hours after my start I stopped for cafe con leche (figured it was too early for wine) at a cafe in Espinal and ate some of my bread, cheese and ham. It is phenomenal how hungry I get with all this walking. Food tastes so much better al fresco.
This was an easy day compared to the hike through the Pyrenees, lots of farm country, cows and pretty little homes with brightly colored flower boxes. A simple life was evident; laundry on the line and the smell of wood smoke in the air.
Towards the end of the day, the downhill sections were a little treacherous. I was very glad it was a sunny day! Yesterday, thinking I would look like a wuss, I barely used my poles. Hit my stride today though and they helped on both uphill and downhill sections.
I walked alone almost the whole day. It was interesting, when I realized that the squeaking of my boots and the clicking of my poles created a rhythm that made me keep a consistent pace. What did I think about all day? Nothing really, unless I was navigating a downhill section. Most of the time I felt extremely fortunate to be here and just happy to have the opportunity to walk the Camino. Gratitude is powerful and I spent almost the whole day there!
After resting for about an hour I went out for dinner and met this very enterprising young lady. She must have been about 10 or 11 and was selling her hand crafted jewelry. Her spirit was bouyant and joyful when she saw she had a captive audience. I bought some of her pieces and gave her a little extra which caused a little happy dance.
It was a great day!
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