2 , 2002
|Not an albergue|
|A view of a rock-strewn path including narrow path going up again.|
|I arrived at Larrasoaña
at 12:30 noontime as tired as I had been the day before. Saw the German
couple that I had met yesterday and asked them how they were doing. She
had problems with her feet and he was having back problems because his
pack was too heavy. They were looking for a post office to mail some things
home. I thought of the same thing except that the only really heavy things
are my computer and digital camera, and I certainly I wasn't going to
part with them. I'll be on the road for six weeks more so I better hang
on to them.
I waited at the hostel door for the hostler who showed up punctually at 1:30. He let me in and I grabbed a bunk in the corner next to the window. Went out to lunch and came back 45 minutes later to find three more pilgrims had come. Within the next hour and a half the place was full. It was a good thing I had a bed staked out. My room had seven double bunks. Upstairs on the second floor there were bunks for another 26.
The albergue cost 5 euros, which left me with only 5 euros and a little change. Not enough to buy supper. So I dined on a pear, an orange, and some cheese that I had been carrying for just such an event. I shared some tea with two French women, a young French man, a young woman from Switzerland, and a Madrileno who spoke excellent French. Since the entire conversation was in French, I just sat there and smiled a lot and occasionally nodded my head.
The hostler was a very interesting man. Believe it or not his name was Santiago. He gave me his card: Santiago Zubiri Elizalde — Amigo del Camino de Santiago. It even listed his web address. His office was a mini museum with things on display about the camino. There were several signed guest books, photos and drawings/painting created by pilgrims who stayed at his albergue. He himself had taken the camino twice as evidenced by various articles and photos mounted on the walls.
Mañana me yoy a Pamplona. ¡Espero! Tomorrow I go to Pamplona. I hope!