That was the conclusion I reached at the end of the second day of hiking. Honestly, I thought this day would be peaceful compared to the previous day. I was wrong!
The Roncesvalles route to Zubiri proved that would be wet and full of muddy. I remember a thin drizzle set the tone of my walk. I was pretty attentive and careful in order to not slip and fall in the midst of large stones.
Tradicional pic in Roncesvalles.
Despite the apparent discouraging scenario, tulips that adorned the houses of the eighteenth century buildings in Burguete filled my eyes with beauty. For the first time I saw tulips planted in soil, such as the common roses in Brazilian gardens. They were small, big, full of colours… I was surprised because the apparent fragility of their petals could well live with that soil and that weather. They resisted as if on purpose to be appreciated by the pilgrims who pass by there.
From the small tulips to towering trees, everything stimulated the contact with the beautiful nature promoting the perfect setting for the reverie of thoughts. I just wanted to calm down and my wish came true.
The path to Zubiri was just descent. My knees no longer showed me they wouldn’t work how I expected. I had to slowed down. Do you know when you walk as if you were choosing where to step? Well, I did it for almost one hour.
The pilgrims that I had passed at some point, began to reach me, one by one. But not only them. Also the own Spanish families that enjoyed the Sunday leisure to practice outdoor activities took advantage from me.
They were adults, children and elderly, all of them walked as if nothing was out of control, meanwhile for me, everything, absolutely everything, was uncontrolled.
Suddenly, a lady with 65 or 70 years passed me. When I saw that scene and I realized that no matter if you have 27 years, if your knees do not respond. I laughed inside and the tears wanted to vent.
That was exactly what happened. Every time I tried to find firmness, a tear falled on the floor. It continued happening until a Swiss pilgrim, whose name I did not record, stopped and asked if I was okay. At first, I said yes. But of course I was not and then he insisted on the question. I decided to put the feeling of self-sufficiency “inside of my backpack” and revealed that I was not well, because my knees hurt a lot.
Without delay, he drew from his pocket a remedy for pain, those that dissolve in the mouth without water, and offered one of his sticks in addition to mine. Besides he still walked with me until the arrival in Zubiri.
Marks of the Camino.
The Way began to show up acts of solidarity and kindness which continue until the end of the day (take a look on the pics above), until the end of the journey, making it one of the most striking memories of this pilgrim.
Tea and pomade I recieved from two pilgrims in Zubiri’s hostel (They noticed I felt cold and my keens continued hurt).