Day
7, June
17—To
Saint Jean Pied de Port, France
The
last half of this blog post shows us arriving in St.
Jean Pied-de-Port after our coldest, rainiest day. Our
accommodation was in a small village a few miles from the town. This
year we will be right in town.
A
memory from last year was when I accidentally broke some small
souvenir glasses in a tourist shop. I paid for them and tried to
leave a gift with the shop attendant. That's when the French word for
'gift' came back to me, after decades since high school French--cadeau!
P.S.:
We are now in this charming town that
swells and swarms with tourists and pilgrims of el Camino de
Santiago (the Way of St. James).
We
have come across many today. On a touristy stop to see a medieval
bridge, I talked to a peregrino,
sitting at the top of the bridge eating his lunch (in the red
t-shirt). He had been on the road 45 days already, all the way from
Aachen, Germany. He walks an average of 35 km per day. He says he has 20 days left to his destination, Finisterre. According to him,
and the myth he is following, it is the true burial spot of St. James. He was
inspired by the story or legend that says St. James' bones were
carried from Aachen to Finisterre, a little beyond Santiago de
Compostela. That route is called el Camino de las
Estrellas.
Nearby there was a
star in the sidewalk. Can you see it? Could it be related in any way?
The countryside we
drove through was incredibly beautiful. There is no way to do it
justice with a random snapshot as we are driving.
At lunch time we
happened upon an eatery by the road and were delightfully surprised
by the variety of cold cuts, all local pork products. One was called Jesus PaysBasque. I wonder why?
The cyclists took a
different route and stopped at the same inn as we did last year in Roncesvalles--La
Posada. This time there was
room at the inn, no crowds trying to come in from the rain and warm
up and they were able to get a bite to eat.
And soon we were all together at the Ramuntxo in Donibane Garazi (Basque for St. Jean Pied de Port).
And soon we were all together at the Ramuntxo in Donibane Garazi (Basque for St. Jean Pied de Port).
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