shefollowsshells
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- Time of past OR future Camino
- Several alone and with children
I got up late by Frances pilgrim standards but am also taking advantage of the later nights out that are able to be had when not in a pilgrims auberge. I got in pretty late from my small vegan joint, ends up the only two people in there were from England, a young couple in a band. We chatted on and on....
I returned to my young Rogers House where I could not tell if kids were still out or already asleep, it was super quiet and I'm pretty convinced this older lady outlasted them
I only heard one person come in but I was pretty tired. The street below was a huge festivity of young swelling out into the streets having a great time, you are buffered from the noise here in that the rooms face the back. A nice American kid in his twenties came and sat down with me in the kitchen where I was trying to write some of my thoughts. He teaches English in central Spain.
He all of a sudden said, " WOW , are those HOKAs? Staring down at my feet. I searched high and low for the perfect shoe for me thus trip, last year I wore Brooks ( Adrenalines), and in my final days felt the cushion go, with that said those shoes did me SO right!!!! I was convinced I would Keen this trek but honestly thry didn't feel totally right on me. A friend mentioned Hokas as he is starting to increase his running, a nice explanation of them had me wonder if these might be good Camino shoes. Clearly the ugliest shoe out there, big looking and they almost resemble those awful Sketchers in the States that are trying to convince women they will shape their calves. BUT the HOKA is not this, while it looks heavy I doubt there is lighter running shoe out there, and the foot plate is a nice size, extra large. These are the shoes for ultra marathoners on all terrain and I gambled and bought them (cha ching....$170 or $180. So far so good!
At 0945 I was out the door, heading to the park on this little bulb of land between the two beaches. I suspect 100 surfers were in the water yesterday when I came in. I climbed up to this fort overlooking the water and must admit it didn't seem like the natural choice knowing I had climbs yesterday and today. At around 1020 I decided to indulge on a cafe con leche and fresh squeezed orange juice at a place where you were totally paying for the real estate but that was the adventure I sought in those few minutes and have no regret. I sat out on a restaurant overlooking the beach, you see places like this from the 1920 scenes, I looked out watching many kids soccer leagues playing on the beach and spent I think 6 euros.
I didn't stay where David mentioned in his book so was a little anxious about how to proceed on trail to get out, it ends up his drawing was perfect and my worry was unfounded. The trail was clearly marked all day!!!! No chance of getting lost!!!! Grumbled under my breath over the ascents...they kill me...but they buy you views and I loved this walk. I'm amazed that Ocean views that in the States would have huge mansions built there have a cow or two in the most prime of spots.
My funny for the day...as I was walking I passed a gorgeous, large " working farm"... I heard what I thought was an older man yelling , "help me!!!". I assessed the situation slightly but thinking he could be chopping wood etc... And easily having a heart attack. I then wondered is it a goat? When I'm tired I might as well be drunk( so I plead I was tired). I then really did think it was a man, and imagined myself having to throw off my backpack and do CPR on some farmworker. Then I convinced myself it was an animal, then back to a heart attack victim...just as I was really about to head down to the house I realized I am in Spain and that some heart attack victim would not be yelling in English.....Not the brightest moment in my life.
I was pleasantly surprised how much the Ocean was in my view today. I had hand written notes in my book where someone had said the stretch to Orio had " beautiful rocks ".... I cursed those rocks with every step. As I left San Sebastian on the hill an American man was coming out of a hotel there, we exchanged a few words about my trek and how he was looking for someplace to go today. About fifteen minutes from Orio, he, his wife and daughter came up behind me. They decided to spend the day going to Orio and back. She is educated in Madrid and they are visiting her. He kept offering to take my backpack for me, it is too heavy thisCamino BUT I had to pack for different weather. I appreciated the gesture but told him I don't think I would put it back on if I experienced a walk without it. We all joked how for safety my hubby has GPS set up on my phone, many times he can tell me where I am at better than I can. I joked if he didn't have it I might have escaped to Rome, Italy....drinking under some umbrella with huge shades and a sundress...the whole time blogging how tired I was and sore....
He joked his wife And he could hold my phone for a few days and offered me the escape....
" or better yet", he said...."you can attach it to one of those goats for a few days. We joked then it would look like I was romping in the hay with a shepherd.... Talking to them helped me in those final minutes...I am tired and sore...I underestimated this trip BUT its beauty is second to none.
I walked on to Zarautz...knowing the auberge is closed and wondering what was in store for me for the night. i didn't want to spend a lot for a bed as my only intention was to sleep.... The information office was closed BUT they had a map of accommodations so I headed to the youth hostel, not certain I wanted that experience. I have been fighting a cold, sniffles and congestions since day one and just wanted to sleep...
I made the perfect decision in grabbing a gelato on a cone to get me thru my final footsteps of the day-that was brilliant!!! Then I passed a street with a small square, I love city squares!!!! People were gathering and one offered a pension. I almost didn't stop because I remembered the cost in David's book for the non youth hostel accommodation, but went in. The bar is on the first floor and the pension is nice and upstairs. The prices I think said 50/60 Euros and I am so glad I asked the nice man if they had a pilgrim's price. I got a small, totally efficient room for 25 Euros. ...it is called TXIKIPOLIT and the restaurant was full to capacity!!!!!
Towards end of town on the left side of the main street back in that area.
I returned to my young Rogers House where I could not tell if kids were still out or already asleep, it was super quiet and I'm pretty convinced this older lady outlasted them
I only heard one person come in but I was pretty tired. The street below was a huge festivity of young swelling out into the streets having a great time, you are buffered from the noise here in that the rooms face the back. A nice American kid in his twenties came and sat down with me in the kitchen where I was trying to write some of my thoughts. He teaches English in central Spain.He all of a sudden said, " WOW , are those HOKAs? Staring down at my feet. I searched high and low for the perfect shoe for me thus trip, last year I wore Brooks ( Adrenalines), and in my final days felt the cushion go, with that said those shoes did me SO right!!!! I was convinced I would Keen this trek but honestly thry didn't feel totally right on me. A friend mentioned Hokas as he is starting to increase his running, a nice explanation of them had me wonder if these might be good Camino shoes. Clearly the ugliest shoe out there, big looking and they almost resemble those awful Sketchers in the States that are trying to convince women they will shape their calves. BUT the HOKA is not this, while it looks heavy I doubt there is lighter running shoe out there, and the foot plate is a nice size, extra large. These are the shoes for ultra marathoners on all terrain and I gambled and bought them (cha ching....$170 or $180. So far so good!
At 0945 I was out the door, heading to the park on this little bulb of land between the two beaches. I suspect 100 surfers were in the water yesterday when I came in. I climbed up to this fort overlooking the water and must admit it didn't seem like the natural choice knowing I had climbs yesterday and today. At around 1020 I decided to indulge on a cafe con leche and fresh squeezed orange juice at a place where you were totally paying for the real estate but that was the adventure I sought in those few minutes and have no regret. I sat out on a restaurant overlooking the beach, you see places like this from the 1920 scenes, I looked out watching many kids soccer leagues playing on the beach and spent I think 6 euros.
I didn't stay where David mentioned in his book so was a little anxious about how to proceed on trail to get out, it ends up his drawing was perfect and my worry was unfounded. The trail was clearly marked all day!!!! No chance of getting lost!!!! Grumbled under my breath over the ascents...they kill me...but they buy you views and I loved this walk. I'm amazed that Ocean views that in the States would have huge mansions built there have a cow or two in the most prime of spots.
My funny for the day...as I was walking I passed a gorgeous, large " working farm"... I heard what I thought was an older man yelling , "help me!!!". I assessed the situation slightly but thinking he could be chopping wood etc... And easily having a heart attack. I then wondered is it a goat? When I'm tired I might as well be drunk( so I plead I was tired). I then really did think it was a man, and imagined myself having to throw off my backpack and do CPR on some farmworker. Then I convinced myself it was an animal, then back to a heart attack victim...just as I was really about to head down to the house I realized I am in Spain and that some heart attack victim would not be yelling in English.....Not the brightest moment in my life.
I was pleasantly surprised how much the Ocean was in my view today. I had hand written notes in my book where someone had said the stretch to Orio had " beautiful rocks ".... I cursed those rocks with every step. As I left San Sebastian on the hill an American man was coming out of a hotel there, we exchanged a few words about my trek and how he was looking for someplace to go today. About fifteen minutes from Orio, he, his wife and daughter came up behind me. They decided to spend the day going to Orio and back. She is educated in Madrid and they are visiting her. He kept offering to take my backpack for me, it is too heavy thisCamino BUT I had to pack for different weather. I appreciated the gesture but told him I don't think I would put it back on if I experienced a walk without it. We all joked how for safety my hubby has GPS set up on my phone, many times he can tell me where I am at better than I can. I joked if he didn't have it I might have escaped to Rome, Italy....drinking under some umbrella with huge shades and a sundress...the whole time blogging how tired I was and sore....
He joked his wife And he could hold my phone for a few days and offered me the escape....
" or better yet", he said...."you can attach it to one of those goats for a few days. We joked then it would look like I was romping in the hay with a shepherd....
Talking to them helped me in those final minutes...I am tired and sore...I underestimated this trip BUT its beauty is second to none.I walked on to Zarautz...knowing the auberge is closed and wondering what was in store for me for the night. i didn't want to spend a lot for a bed as my only intention was to sleep.... The information office was closed BUT they had a map of accommodations so I headed to the youth hostel, not certain I wanted that experience. I have been fighting a cold, sniffles and congestions since day one and just wanted to sleep...
I made the perfect decision in grabbing a gelato on a cone to get me thru my final footsteps of the day-that was brilliant!!! Then I passed a street with a small square, I love city squares!!!! People were gathering and one offered a pension. I almost didn't stop because I remembered the cost in David's book for the non youth hostel accommodation, but went in. The bar is on the first floor and the pension is nice and upstairs. The prices I think said 50/60 Euros and I am so glad I asked the nice man if they had a pilgrim's price. I got a small, totally efficient room for 25 Euros. ...it is called TXIKIPOLIT and the restaurant was full to capacity!!!!!
Towards end of town on the left side of the main street back in that area.
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