A lot of the trail is single track in that it is only wide enough for one person to walk. If you hear someone coming up behind you it's good manners to step aside and let them pass. When the iPeter and Tony and I was coming out of Larrasoana I came up behind a tall thin lady wearing a summer dress a large sun hat carrying a very large stuff animal that looked like Tigger the Tiger. She steped aside so I could pass and I looked her in the face. At the rest stop Peter asked if I seen her, I told Peter I did but it was not a her. She got into the rest stop as we were leaving and I never saw her again until last night when she was trying to get into the Alberque......it was full.
I have ascertained that the farmers are in their fields so long that they have place picnic tables in a corner so as the family can bring their lunch out and they can have a proper meal. As I left Los Arcos this morning and got into the fields, because the Alberques were full she had made camp on one one the farmers picnic tables.
Me...you camp here last night
She....yes I had to, every place was full
Me...did you have an air mattress
She....no but it was nice,I did alright. It's usually better if I can get off by my self.
We spoke for a few more minutes....she was genuine, a real genuine person.
I gave her an apple and a power bar, and some water for her breakfast. She thanked me profusely and I left her there rolling up her sleing bag.
In just a few minutes in came to me lowed and clear....the way just taught me my first lesson about life.
It wasn't hard getting out of the city this morning, again just follow the back pack on front of you. My ambition for the day was to do 17.5 miles to Logrono. At the first stop where I ate my second breakfast of 36 oz. of coke and a sweet cake I met up with yet some old friends that had my same rhythm. We all decided that perhaps it would be a good bet to bed down in Viana just to be safe. Even with that it took me 7hrs of steady walking to get here. We had to pass a almond orchard along our path and guess who was the tallest....yep me. I could here them before I got there.......he can reach them......all the low ones were gone. All this time I thought they were young peaches. I filled every ones hat and then reaped my harvest where several pilgrims were cracking them with rocks. My fee was 10%. A very nice flavor.....better than store bought by far. About three miles out of town the friends of the camino had set up a stand in the shade with chairs. Home made jam, bread, cookies, cold drinks, fresh fruit, tomatoes all free or a small donation if you are able. A lot better then the snakes we had the other day.....I love you too Jan.
Her name was Angela and she was delightful. Full of color and toting Tigger. Last I saw her was in Viana doing her nails on the lawn outside of the muni. I think that was the last glimpse of Angela that I saw.
ReplyDeleteI remember chatting with you that morning, after I too passed Angela on the table. It was always easy to spot you tall man! Always wondered how you tall guys faired in the bunk beds.
Viana was a pretty town. Earlier that day upon arrival into Viana we saw the German film crew making their movie from the book the German comedian had written. It was also the home of bed bugs for me which I made sure to eradicate in my next stop at Navarette.
I think this is also the day you chatted with Paul from New Zealand while Trish and I skipped along ahead (haha).
Paul was our nut crusher. We found almonds, walnuts and of course those delicious blackberries, figs and sometimes a grape from a bunch previously pilfered and discarded by others.
Fond memories.