“The Way”, presented an idealized Hollywood portrait of life on the Camino. There were a few dramatic scenes, but for the most parts it was a pleasant countryside stroll. We thought that we were prepared for the reality. Having read the Brierley Guide’s cautions we knew that the transit over the mountains could be difficult and even dangerous.

We had decided not to hazard the entire 25km passage to Roncesvalles, Spain in one day. Instead, the refuge at Orisson, a private albergue, was situated half the way to the pass and would split the climb over two days. This seemed prudent given Christine’s untested tolerance for walking laden with her pack. A recent snowstorm had closed the Route Napoleon the prior week. It had reopened that morning, so given the warming conditions an extra day seemed like a good idea.

We were up at dawn and greeted by Marie Josee with the breakfast table set.

She encouraged us to take some fruit and cheese with us “for the road” and saw us to the door for a warm sendoff.

Returning to the start of the Route Napoleon the sky was clear, the rising sun had burned off the morning dew, and the temperature was warming. It promised to be an excellent day for a hike.

The Route Napoleon is one of two paths to the Monastery at Roncesvalles (“Valley of Thorns”). It is the more difficult of the two but presents spectacular views as one ascends to the pass.

However, it is prone to rapid changes of weather and pop-up storms. It can be dangerous for the unprepared. It is also deemed the most strenuous segment of the entire Camino Frances.

The alternate route, Via Valcarlos, is preferred in the winter months and whenever there is a threat of deteriorating weather. It mostly follows roads where the main challenges for pilgrims are traffic and noise. There was never a question for us, we would take the Route Napoleon if at all possible.

The Route Napoleon was Napoleon Bonaparte’s favored track for moving his troops into and out of Spain during the Peninsular Wars of 1808-1814.

Adrenaline and high spirits carried us up and through the first few kilometers. There is a limit to the relief that excitement can give to tiring legs and winded lungs. I was doing well and felt in my element. Christine began struggling.

A few kilometers later and I was growing concerned for her physical and emotional state. Given what we were experiencing, any attempt to have covered the entire 25km to Roncesvalles was unthinkable.

We took our time, made frequent stops, and took in the spectacular views.

I encouraged Christine while she put a brave face on her pain. It was a good thing that the Camino had been her idea since with “ownership” comes responsibility.

Hours into the climb we arrived at the Orisson Refuge.

What a pleasant surprise! The albergue was crawling with pilgrims of every age and stripe. All were just beginning their journeys. Backpacks lay scattered everywhere, and one could overhear conversations in a multitude of languages. Best of all, there was an outdoor deck with an amazing view of the mountain range, and a waitress bringing beers to the tables. Our spirits again soared.

We registered and were given bunks in one of the three shared cabins.

With about 30 Peregrinos assigned beds the refuge was at its capacity. Dinner was an excellent communal affair that included wine and good company.

After we had eaten, our host rose and spoke to us in French, Spanish, and English. He asked for volunteers who could translate for any unable to speak those languages.

He insisted that each of us stand to introduce ourselves to the group. We were to give our names, country of origin, and offer the reason that brought us to walk the Camino. It was marvelous!

The room erupted in laughter when I pointed to Christine and with a deadpan expression said, “I’m here because this was her idea”.

One young man stood and while looking at his companion announced that he was on the Camino to ask for her hand in marriage. First there was stunned silence, then loud applause and even a few tears, more than a few from his bride to be.

As we began making our way out of the dining room Christine said that she would catch up to me in a few minutes. She wanted to speak to the hostess. She had a serious expression that concerned me. Anxiety building, I waited outside for 15 minutes that felt more like 2 hours.

Christine returned and said, “Well, that is taken care of. I’m not going to continue over the pass.” Our Camino that had barely begun was over… or so I thought. She caught my expression and correctly read my thoughts. “No, we aren’t done. You are going to continue in the morning, and I will meet you at Roncesvalles.” A delivery service was scheduled to transport supplies between Orrison, St. Jean, and Roncesvalles the next morning. The hostess called the service and arranged for Chris to ride along. Our Camino would extend to 35 walking days. this would be the first of many days that we did not walk together. There were 11 nights we would spend apart. In our 35 day journey across Spain we found that we often traveled different paths and embraced different experiences.

I thought that I had planned for the foreseeable. I was wrong. Life presents each of us with unique paths. So it is on the Camino.

Peace Everyone. Pete

PS. Before departing Kansas City, Christine bought a colorful piece of lightweight fabric. It measured roughly 5 feet by 6 feet was attractive, fast drying, and packed very small. It’s general utility was marvelous. In this image she wears it as a modest wrap after having taken a shower. Her “sarong” (as she would call it) became the envy of many women on the Camino.

 

 

The Camino is not a single route, but a vast network of routes that start in virtually every major European city.

 

When we neared Santiago we even encountered an Austrian pilgrim dressed as a 10^th Century Monk. He had begun his trek in Jerusalem, 3,500 miles (5,700km) to the east.

St. Jean Pied de Port (“St. John at the foot of the pass”) is a delightful 12^th Century medieval village (pop. 1,500) situated in the Nive River Valley at the foot of the Pyrenees Mountains.

Lying 5 miles north of the border with Spain, it is a point where many European Camino routes converge for the ascent over the mountains. In modern times St. Jean Pied de Port (SJPdP) has come to be known by many as the “official” starting point of the 810km long French Route. It is second only to Sarria (located 100km from Santiago) as a starting point for Peregrinos seeking their Compostela. When one is asked if they walked the “entire Camino” it usually means did they start in St. Jean.

St. Jean is not easily reached from Barcelona. In 2013 there were no flights, trains, or buses connecting the 350 miles that separated them. We had to cover the distance creatively in two segments. First we caught a train from Barcelona to Pamplona. We were up at 5:30 (actually I lay in bed, eyes open, from 3 a.m.). We ate a quick breakfast, checked that our packs were in order, and were in a taxi to the train station at 6:30 a.m.. The Station was more like a modern airport, including security and luggage scan.

The transit to Pamplona took 4 hours, including stops, by a high speed (+120 mph) train.

Departure and arrival were on time to the minute. Seating was similar to business class on an airline, complete with headphones, a movie, and music channels.

We had reserved a taxi from Pamplona to St. Jean. The two hour cab ride took us on narrow winding roads across the Pyrenees mountains to the door of our B&B.

In 5 days we would return to Pamplona on foot via the Camino.

From the comfort of the train and cab we enjoyed vistas of rolling green hills, orchards, terraced vineyards, and villas that appeared hundreds of years old. Sights little changed over two millennia when Julius Caesar’s 10th Legion called this home.

We had 2 nights reserved in SJPdP at a small B&B. Maison Ziberoa was situated just outside of the town’s intact fortification walls.

Our hostess was Marie Josee Lagord. Her establishment began life as a small hospital built in 1778. Marie Josee was a joy and a gourmet cook. Breakfast was included in the 70 Euro daily tariff.

For an additional 40€ she prepared us a private Basque dinner on our second night.

After a late lunch we strolled through town in the rain, did laundry, and concluded with a warmup at the fire.

During our stay Marie Josee brought out maps and shared valuable local knowledge of the town plus information about the  route and terrain that we would soon experience.

For a town of barely one square mile there was quite a lot to see. We were grateful to have planned 2 days in St. Jean. We could have elected to spend the night in the local Albergue (hostel) for about 10€ each, however Peregrinos are limited to a single night and must vacate by 8 a.m. the next morning.

We visited the Camino Pilgrim Office where we learned that recent snows had temporary closed the Route Napoleon, but it would reopen the following day.

Historical points of interest included:

The 15^th Century Porte St. Jacques (a UNESCO World Heritage site), through which over the centuries Pilgrims have arrived from northern France and Europe.

A walk along the battlements that encircle the city.

The “Citadel”. Now a private school, this military fortification is reached by climbing 269 steps and provides a commanding view of St. Jean.

The 16^th Century Prison des Eveques (aka the Prison of the Bishops), now an excellent museum.

The 14^th Century church, Notre Dame du Bout du Pont.

A pleasant walk along the River Nive and across a Roman Empire era bridge.

We reconnoitered the start of the “Route de Napoleon” by which we would begin our Camino with a strenuous 19km, 4,000 foot ascent to the mountain pass above the town.

…and of course we wandered the cobblestoned streets, visiting various shops and restaurants.

It was here that I purchased a Basque beret which was to become my identifying trademark on the Camino.

We remained “Pampered Pilgrims”, but that would change in the morning.

Peace Everyone. Pete

Next: Part 6. Our Camino Begins and Nearly Ends.

 

We departed Kansas City on April 8^th, routing through Atlanta, Georgia and landing in Barcelona the morning of the 9^th.

Over the course of the prior few years Christine had accumulated a sizable frequent flyer mileage account. Enough miles to provide us with first class round trip tickets to Barcelona, Spain.

This was not a mode of transportation that is common to us but it beat the heck out of the “cattle car” experience others endured as we cross the Atlantic. Our flight was incredibly comfortable with seats that made into full reclining beds.

The drinks were a nice touch.

I still hold that the cost difference does not justify the extra expense for 8 hours of pampered first class comfort. However, I recall that once in our early days of international travel we flew to Rome aboard TWA. It was a time when smoking was permitted on flights and passengers were free to wander the isles to just “hang out”. That alone made things unpleasant. It became unbearable when all but one of the toilets in “coach” ceased to function. There was a 1950’s episode of “The Twilight Zone” starring William Shatner, “Nightmare at 20,000 Feet”. Shatner’s “nightmare” was nothing compared to ours. I would have gladly paid double the premium for first class on that flight.

Upon arrival I found that neither of our regular Time Warner email services worked, so we opened Gmail accounts. Also, Verizon did not unlock my phone as they promised which left us to rely upon Skype. Minor annoyances.

While the Camino does not require reservations, prudence dictates otherwise in Barcelona. Thomas Lin’s Barcelona friend had put us in touch with the proprietress of a well regarded B&B conveniently located near Las Ramblas, the Sagrada Familia Basilica, and a number of notable Antoni Gaudi buildings. A nearby subway stop provided access to more distant tourist venues.

Ana’s Guesthouse was wonderfully quaint, and Ana quickly became like a sister to us. The accommodations were clean, comfortable, and best of all well priced at 90 Euros a night. A  sumptuous breakfast was provided by Ana and included at no additional cost.

One evening she brought out a special bottle of Cava (Champagne) to share with just us. We had arranged a 2 night stay at our arrival and further had reserved 3 nights for our departure in late May. We looked forward to that additional opportunity to take in the city and Ana’s hospitality.

In 2018 we returned to Barcelona with hopes of again staying with Ana. She remembered us but sadly reported that she had closed her guesthouse because of new tax and regulatory requirements which she did not have the patience or funds to meet. Instead she directed us to nearby friends who provided us with another exceptional experience. That is a story of another Camino.

Barcelona is a destination city of 1.6 million residents. Small by comparison to the other major tourist cities of London, Paris, and Rome, yet it is the 5^th most visited city in Europe and the 20^th most visited by tourists in the world. In 2017 it hosted over 32 million visitors.

If it can be said that there is one person and one thing responsible for Barcelona’s fame it is the genius of the architect Antoni Gaudi and his magnificent Sagrada Familia Basilica, reputed to be among the top 10 most visited sites in Europe.

Construction of the Basilica commenced in 1882 and continues to this day. Completion of this monumental structure is anticipated by 2030, more than 100 years after Gaudi died. When finished it will feature the tallest spire of any church in the world.

We were unable to visit the interior until our May departure as reservations were required to manage the throngs of tourists seeking admission.

I will provide greater detail and further images in a later post near our return home.

We had only one full day to visit highlights of the city. They included:

Las Ramblas (originally a sewage-filled stream), a wide tree-lined pedestrian corridor that extends nearly a mile to the sea.

It abounds with trendy shops, restaurants, and pleasant parklike green spaces.

At one end are a number of Gaudi designed buildings, including the Palau Guell Mansion constructed in  1888…

…and Casa Mila, the last private residence designed by Gaudi.

Constructed between 1906 and 1912 it was groundbreaking for its inclusion of an underground parking garage for automobiles. The “attic” is a marvel of unconventional arch work, exceeded only by the rooftop “stormtrooper” visages that serve upon that undulating terrace as ventilators and stairway access points.

This building along with the Sagrada Familia and the nearby mountain citadel monastery of Montserrat were prominently featured in Dan Brown’s suspense novel, “Origin”.

The other end of Las Ramblas features a tangle of narrow pedestrian ways that constituted the old medieval city and Cathedral district. At its end is the ocean.

Parc Guell, a public park, was designed by Gaudi and constructed from 1900 to 1914.

Many of the architect’s trademark details are evident in the extensive use of arches and parabolas.  

The park was originally conceived as an upscale housing development. The only residential structure built was one eventually purchased and occupied by the architect himself. Today it remains as an excellent but understated museum to his genius.

It was a lot to take in for two jetlagged visitors, but adrenaline and thoughts of what lay ahead kept us going. We would be “Pampered Pilgrims during the few days spent in Barcelona and St. Jean Pied de Port. After that austerity would begin.

Peace Everyone. Pete

Next: Part 5, On to St. Jean Pied de Port

PS. Our grandchildren knew that we were walking across Spain, however the concept was a bit fuzzy in their 4 and 5 year old minds. They did understand it to be a VERY long walk. Christine made video calls to the families our first night in Barcelona. It was night for us but still the  afternoon back home. She showed the kids our room and then to prove it was night where we were she turned her phone out the window. “Grandma, they have cars in Spain!!!”, exclaimed 4 year old Britton. “Well, sure they do Britton”. “Then why are you and Grandpa walking!?!”  From the mouths of  babes…   

 

Retirement lay 2 years in our future. In a sense we had already begun testing those waters. In 2005 we spent a month wandering through England, Scotland, and Wales. 2010 saw us spending the entire Summer on the road bicycling 5,000 miles from northwest Washington State to Key West Florida. What lay before us was 6 weeks crossing the Iberian Peninsula on foot. It was not a vacation, not yet retirement… for me it was a “bucket list” item. I was to learn that for Christine it was something deeper.

We each had the good fortune to have reliable people to entrust with our professional responsibilities. For me it was Susie Kelso, the finest administrative assistant that an attorney could ever ask for.

 

She would make sure that I had a law and mediation practice to return to. For Christine it was Bridget Long. Bridget had been Christine’s Assistant Director for nearly 20 years. Christine founded Northland Dependency Services in 1992. She had grown the firm into 6 offices with 30 full and part-time employees supervising nearly 4,000 offenders sentenced by the Courts to probation, community service, and/or various related programs. Christine was professionally tired. She sought peace from the Camino, answers to questions that she did not know how to ask. We shared the outward journey, but Christine also traveled an inner path.

Historically the Camino is a religious pilgrimage that dates to the 9^th Century, one of the three great destinations in the Christian tradition: Jerusalem, Rome, and Santiago. The various routes started in virtually every major city in Europe.

 

The route that we would pursue, the French Route, followed ancient Roman trade roads from north of the Pyrenees Mountains in France to Santiago near Spain’s Atlantic coast. There were bridges and sections of road that we traversed dating to the time of Christ.

 

The Camino’s Medieval prominence had waned to near obscurity by the mid-Twentieth Century when only a few hundred pilgrims completed the journey each year.

The 1957 publication of Irishman Walter Starkie’s book “The Road to Santiago” has been cited as one trigger for the resurgence of interest in the Camino among Europeans. Yet pilgrim numbers remained small into the 1980’s. In 1987 the Camino received recognition as a UNESCO World Heritage Site, a year that fewer than 3,000 made the journey. Further interest was ignited by Paulo Coelho’s 1987 semi-autobiographical book, “The Pilgrimage”, which has been translated into 40 languages. By the year 2000 Pilgrim numbers exploded (55,000). In 2013 we would count ourselves among over 200,000 completing the journey into Santiago, 8,000 of which were Americans.

 

It is unlikely that religious zeal accounts for the ever growing popularity of this pilgrimage (350,000 in 2019), given that church attendance continues a long pattern of decline. Perhaps it is a longing for adventure. Perhaps a search for a deeply personal spiritual experience. We counted ourselves among those in both categories.

At the time we regularly attended Catholic Mass at St. Francis Xavier Parish in Kansas City. The Jesuit led parish had been our Faith Community since 1977.

 

It had embraced us in our marriage, baptized our children, educated them, confirmed them,… and even cried with us at the passing of our granddaughter. On April 5, 2013 we were invited to stand before the congregation and receive a special blessing.

 

Father Bill was familiar with the requirements of the pilgrimage and asked that the official seal of the Parish be the first “sello” entered into the record of the “credencials” of our journey.

 

Here is the blessing that he and the congregation bestowed upon us:

“Pete and Christine, we stamp your credentials with the seal of St. Francis Xavier Church, your parish home. We pray that you come back home to us safely. And we bless your packs with holy water, the water we use to baptize babies and adults and to bless ourselves and remind us that we belong to God. And now we bless you. Congregation, please extend your hands in blessing:

Good and gracious God, you are the One who is always with us in all our travels. Be with Pete and Christine on this journey. May every mile they walk bring them closer to You, to one another, and to all God’s people. Give them open eyes and open hearts to receive everyone and everything they will encounter. Give them good health and good humor, and courage and strength to meet all and every difficulty. Bring them back to us safely and help them to share with us what they learn on The Way.

We ask this in the name of Jesus Christ, our brother and friend. ¡Buen Camino!”  (Under his breath Father added, “And I wish that I was going too.”)

And so it was that our Camino did not begin in France or in Spain, but in Kansas City, Missouri.

Peace Everyone. Pete

Next: Part 4, Departure

 

Planning and daydreaming of the Camino had become a  preoccupation for us in early 2012. It bordered on obsession. We shared our thoughts with friends and family. Word spread of our plans. We found that there were others in Kansas City who had walked the Camino. One such person was Thomas Lin who reached out with suggestions and a referral to his friend in Barcelona, Ana Dargallo Nieto, who would later welcome us with a tour of her city.

Thomas had walked in 2009, starting from St. Jean Pied de Port, France. With gear in hand Thomas took a moment for coffee at an outdoor café before taking to the trail. He was surprised to see the familiar face of actor Martin Sheen.

 

Minutes later Emilio Estevez approached him and asked if he wanted to be an “extra” on a movie that they were shooting, “The Way”. Thomas declined, not wanting to delay his departure.

Early planning lacked certainty for us and the Camino remained more daydream than reality. That changed on July 4^th when we secured our reservations on Delta flight 694 Kansas City to Atlanta and then on to Barcelona. April 8, 2013 was our “D-Day”. We would return 6 weeks later on May 31^st.

Making the flight reservations was an easy part. There was still the challenge of packing for a 6 week “backpacking” trip. It had been 20 years since our children and I had shared annual one week backpacking trips in the Rocky Mountains.

 

I still had my equipment. Typical of those trips were the 40 pounds of clothing, equipment, and supplies carried on my back. If that was what I had needed for one week, how much would I have to carry for 6 weeks?

The internet provided some insights through an online Camino Forum. Thousands of “Peregrinos” exchanged questions and answers about all things Camino. I learned that a full backpack averaged between 15 and 20 pounds. Some folks took pride on whittling that down to as little as 10. My first efforts at minimalizing resulted in this list:

SPAIN PACKING LIST

CLOTHES:

• 4 pair underwear.
• Hiking boots.
• Sandals
• 4 pair outer socks.
• 4 pair sock liners.
• 2 sets of “scrubs”.
• 2 “tech” tees, short sleeve.
• 2 “tech” tees, long sleeves.
• 2 long pants.
• 2 short pants.
• Windbreaker
• “Stuffable” down jacket
• Fleece vest.
• Tilley Hat.
• D-ring belt.
• Gloves, inner and outer.

GEAR:

• Pack. Osprey Atmos 50
• Fanny Pack.
• Trekking poles.
• Poncho.
• Flashlight.
• Blinker light.
• Pedometer, GPS?
• Whistle.
• Binoculars.
• Knife.
• Wine key.
• 2 water bottles.
• Cell phone and cable/charger.
• Camera and cables.
• I-Touch, headphones, cables/charger.
• Portable speaker, cables/charger.
• Pen and Notebook.
• Zip-lok bags.
• Sewing kit.
• Space blanket.
• Sunglasses.
• Parachute cord.

TOILETRIES/MEDICAL:

• Backpacking towel.
• Toothbrush and toothpaste.
• Razor.
• Soap.
• Shampoo.
• Laundry soap.
• Prescriptions.
• Small 1^st aid kit.
• Band-Aids, blister skin, duct tape.
• Ibuprofen.
• Nasal Spray.
• Safety pins and clothes pins.

DOCUMENTS:

• Passport.
• Camino documents.
• Guidebook.

MISC:

• Rosary.
• “Talismans”. Stone and Pilgrim’s Prayer for the Cruz de Farro.

As I assembled the items I found that I was over the suggested limits by a good 10 pounds. I was packing for all the “what if’s” I could imagine. I took a piece of advice to heart, “Spain is not a third world country”. The process of elimination got my pack down to 21 pounds. Christine was more successful, achieving 16.

 

 

We trained by carrying our packs on long walks through the neighborhoods.  We would later find on the Camino that the first Albergues (hostels) had tables, and even rooms full of “just in case” items discarded by pilgrims after their first arduous days afoot. A week into our journey I would mail 4 pounds of stuff back to our B&B in Barcelona.  

Friends queried us with concern for our safety. We were often asked if we would be taking self-defense measures with us. Mace was frequently suggested, once a firearm was even recommended. A bit of research revealed that in 2012 there was a total of 364 homicides in Spain, a country of over 47 million people. The likelihood of personal violence was over 7 times greater in the United States. No mace, and certainly no firearms.

Other frequent questions had to do with whether we would be part of a tour group. Would there be a guide? What about hotel reservations? Would we be camping, cooking? Do you speak Spanish? Is the water safe to drink?

The Camino Forum, and especially a guidebook written by John Brierley, “A Pilgrim’s Guide to the Camino de Santiago” (frequently updated and available on Amazon) proved very helpful.

 

No tour group, we would be walking on our own but soon find company with countless other Peregrinos. The Camino was well marked. Villages with services could be found every few miles. There were many Albergues, Casa Rurals, and Guest Houses. Larger towns had hotels if one was so inclined. The Albergues were typically “first come first served”, rarely taking reservations. By choice there would be no camping or cooking. Restaurants and cafés along the way had discounted menus for the pilgrims. Christine began studying basic “Spanglish” while I could point fluently in most any language. My high school and college German might also prove helpful as English, French, and German speakers were common on the Camino. And yes, the water was safe to drink, “Spain is not a third world country”.

The final destination of the Camino is the Cathedral in Santiago, reputed to be the repository of the human remains of St. James the Apostle.

 

 

Peregrinos who walked the final 100km (about 60 miles) in a continuous journey could present themselves to the Cathedral office and receive a Compostela (certificate of completion).

 

It was also permitted to travel the Camino by bicycle and even by horse, in which cases one had to complete the final 200km as a continuous journey.

The Pilgrim Office at the Cathedral would not take your word that you had met the requirements for the Compostela. Proof in the form of a pilgrim “credencial” was required. This document, obtained free of cost, would be stamped each day by the Albergue as evidence of the passage. It could also be stamped by most churches, municipal offices, restaurants, and cafés.

 

 

The credencial often becomes as treasured a keepsake as the Compostela for the pilgrim who has made the pilgrimage. Credencials can be obtained at most starting points on the Camino. We obtained pilgrim’s credencials from a group in the United States, The American Pilgrims on the Camino, (“APOC”).

In the course of our journey we were frequently presented with what we came to call “Camino Moments”. These little “miracles” left us to marvel at how much lies beyond our capacity to under. Unbeknownst to us at the time, the APOC volunteer who issued us our credencials was Kris Ashton of Denver Colorado. We met Kris by chance as we walked the Camino and became fast friends sharing sections of the journey and occasionally accommodations.

 

Our friendship has continued to date with frequent visits to each other’s homes. Kris even joined us in 2018 for a week cruising the ancient canals of England and Wales.

As our departure approached I took upon myself the mission of including the grandchildren. We talked about Grandpa and Grandma “walking across Spain”. They had seen the guest bedroom of our home taken over by an accumulation of clothing, backpacks, trekking poles, sleeping bags and other necessities for our “adventure”. Pilgrims on the Camino mark themselves by displaying a scallop shell (“concha”), usually from a necklace or attached to one’s backpack. I purchased a number of large and small shells which I affixed to lanyards, small ones for the grandchildren and large ones for us.

 

Our shells remain as another treasured memento of our journey to Santiago.

Peace Everyone. Pete

Next: Part 3, The Journey Begins with a First Stamp