Keith . . .

. . . thinking of you on the Camino!!

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Stage 2: Roncevalles to Zubiri (Sept 29)

Today´s walk began at 950 meters and decended to 525 meters.  I passed through the village of Burguete, a beautiful village of shuttered houses made famous by Ernest Hemingway.  One of my favorite Hemingway books is ¨For Whom the Bell Tolls¨;  I thought of the Spanish Civil War and the fascist General Franco and how Spain was split politically, socially and religiously.  I then made a steep climb up to Alto de Erro passing by a stone that legend says marks the length of Roland´s stride, the Paso de Roland.  Roland was the grandson of Charlemagne, and he was the comander of Charlemagnes rear guard.  I remember reading ¨Le Chanson de Roland¨in French.  From there it was a deep descent of 255 meters into Zubiri.  The total walk today was 21.5 Kilometers which took me about 7 hours to complete.

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Walking the Camino for . . .

Each day I have decided to walk for someone in my life who has passed, or who I now hold dear.  Stage 1 I walked for my Mom; she would have loved to walk the Camino.  I remember when she and I went to Jordan and Petra, and Israel.  She has always been an inspiration for me.  I think of her every day.  Stage 2 I walked for Dad; he was one of the kindest, gentlest people on earth.  Always with a smile and ready to help.  I miss him every day.  Stage 3 I walked for my Olyve; she is an angel and a gift from God.  She is my life, and I miss her so.  Stage 4 I walked for my sisters Sue and Joanne, my brother Larry; they are dear to me in so many ways.  Stage 5 I walked for my brother-in-law Bill who is battling lung cancer.  Stage 6 I walked for my sister-in-law Barbara and my nephew Jim´s dad Butch.

As I walk I think of them, our past interactions, and I pray for their health, their joy and that they have a good life.

Buen Camino to all!

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Stage 1: continued

When the experts say not to do something, maybe it´s because they know what they´re talking about.  There are two routes from St. Jean Pied de Port:  the Valcarlos route, which is a trail on the lower part of the mountain, and the Napoleon route which is the more dangerous one that crosses through the Pyrenees mountains via a pass with a steep assent from 650 meters to 1442 meters at Col Lepoeder and then a  very steep descent into Roncevalles.  The Napoleon route should only be attempted in good weather and only if you are fit.

Also on another note:  tradition in the Catholic Church says that if you die on the Camino de Santiago, your soul bypasses Purgatory and goes straight to Heaven.  Interesting to note as well, that if one dies on the Camino in Spain, the Spanish government covers the total cost of your funeral and burial.

So, I am alone, and I start off from St. Jean.

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Less than one kilometer outside of St. Jean, the climb nearly did me in.  I thought:  ¨Why am I doing this?  I can´t breathe and my legs hurt.¨  I stopped, took another breath and kept moving forward.  This was going to be one long walk if I couldn´t even make it outside the city.  I noticed behind me a guy and a girl walking very slowly; I paused for some water, and introduced myself.   Juna, a physician from South Korea, and Tony a Marist brother from Australia asked me to join them.  Of the 25 kilometers to Roncevalles we walked about 9 kilometers to Orisson at 650 meters above sea level.  We stopped for lunch, ate on a patio, and planned the remaining part of the day.

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Juna left before me because she was a slow walker.  I told her I would meet up with her down the road.  Tony and I continued to talk while I allowed my feet to continue to breathe.  Tony stayed on in Orisson, and after an hour I resumed my walk wishing Tony a Buen Camino.

I was certain I would catch up with Juna, but I did not.  At about 14 kilometers into the walk, I crossed the border from France into Spain.  It was simply marked by a wire across the path, with white strips of fabric hanging and fluttering in the wind.  At Pic de Leizar at 1400 meters altitude, I passed a large stone Cross marking the way forward.

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I had heard that storms in the Pyrenees come up very quickly.  Within minutes of approaching the stone Cross, the sky turned black, the wind began to blow furiously, and the rain started to fall.  I stopped to pull my rain poncho out of my backpack.  When I tried to put it on, the wind had other plans.  I finally covered most of my body and my backpack, but I had to hold down the poncho from blowing away.  I struggled to walk; the wind was so strong, that I was nearly blown over serveral times.  I walked against the wind and the pelting rain not know what to do.  As I rounded a pass through two hills, I noticed a stone hut on the left.  It was very small – about 4 feet high and not quite 3 feet wide.  It had an opening and a tiled roof.  I made my way to the hut, threw my backpack in, squeezed through the opening and thanked God for the gift of this shelter.  I put my poncho on the ground, and I sat with my back to my pack, and my face gazing incredulously through the opening.  The rain stomped on the roof, and the wind howled through every crack in the structure.  I had thought that I should sleep through the night in the hut, but I wanted to be in Roncevalles before night fall.  I waited for at least an hour and a half before the storm passed and the rain stopped.  I decided to keep going.

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At this point the trail was clear and I had another 11 kilometers to go.   The views were spectacular with sheep and horses unfenced at every turn.

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I stopped at a juncture to pray at a statue of the Blessed Mother.  Again, the views were spectacular.

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My legs began to hurt, and it seemed I was walking a lot slower than before.  I hoped to get to Roncevalles before dark, but that wasn´t going to happen.   I entered a forest that was thick with trees on both sides of me.  The light began to fade, and the weather again changed to rain.  I put on my poncho which was more manageable as there was no wind.  I struggled walking;  the rocks were slippery and the trail was serpentine and steep.  Before long it was totally dark and I could barely see the trail.  I stopped to look for my flashlight, but I could not find it.  I tried to use my cell phone app light, but it would not work.  I started to get concerned; there were  no lights to be seen anywhere, and I was only able to inch my way feeling the stones with my feet. 

Suddenly I felt my body tilt forward; I had stepped off the edge of the trail and began to tumble downward through the bushes.  I was able to stop myself from falling further down.  I sat up, uninjured with only a few scratches on my legs.  However, as I fell, my glasses fell as well – off my head.  I  was not able to find them.  I intended to bargain with God, but I decided that I was too tired.  I thought:  I just want to die; I can´t move forward, and I am totally lost.  I had given up.  I thought of my parents; I thought of Olyve and all the people I loved.  It was over for me, and I was at peace.

Suddenly I looked up to see what I thought was a small glimmer of light.  It gave me hope, so I struggled to stand up and climb my way toward the light.  I reached the flat of the trail and breathed a sigh of gratitude.  The  night was no brighter, but I decided to move forward blindly.  I noticed that I was not in a panic; in fact I was very peaceful.  As I walked a few meters ahead I noticed a light ahead of  me.  I followed it.  It soon appeared again a few meters ahead of me; and I followed it further.  As the trailed turned sharply left, I thought I would lose the light thinking it was from some building.  But even as I turned, the light was ahead of me.  This occured for the next 30 minutes or so – although I had no real sense of time.  Finally I reached a flat area; a paved road began to emerge, and then I saw a building up a small incline.  It was the Albergue.  I was numb; my mind was blank.  I only wanted to reach the door hoping to find someone to let me in. 

When I reached the portal, the sign posted read that the Albergue closed at 10pm.  It was after 10;  I could stand no longer and began to remove my backpack.  I decided to simply lay out the bedroll on the ground, spread out my sleeping bag, cover myself with my poncho, and fall asleep.  Then I heard two people talking.  I noticed that another door had opened.  I left my backpack and walked towards the two.  Both were Italian and surprised to see me.  I asked for help.  The hospitalerious was asleep, but they were kind enough to lead me to an empty bed on the 2nd floor.  It appeared that the Albergue was full.  Finally, they lead me to one bunk bed that was empty – a top bunk.  They asked the person below if the top bed was free.  She looked at me and screamed:  ¨Jim, I was so worried about  you.  I arrived at 8pm, and I thought – I hope Jim stayed in Orisson with Tony.¨  This person was Juna; I was so  happy to see her.  She began to cry, as I did.  We were so happy to see that each was safe.

I went to bed that night thinking that I made it through my first day.  13 hours on the road.  It was truly a trial by fire – or rather rain, but I made it.  The Aubergue was clean and comfortable.  It was a monestary from the 14th century.  I passed the night peacefully.  The next morning I gather my things, had some bread and cheese with Juna, and we started to walk Stage 2.

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What I learned:  don´t travel alone, listen to those who are wiser than you and heed their advice; always look for and trust the Light.

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¡Hola from the Camino!
I still have narratives for each stage, but the narratives need pictures; currently the internet connection is too slow, and I can´t upload them to my blog.
However, all is well.  I completed Stage 2 from Ronceveau to Larrasoaña and Stage 3 from Larrasoaña to Pamplona, which is where I am this evening.  I´m staying at the Albergue Jesus y Maria.  I´ve met a young woman who is a doctor from South Korea (she and I have been walking together for 2 days), then we met Chew from Taiwan yesterday and he walked with us today,  Chew is a computer programmer.  Others I´ve encounted and walked with:  Brother Tony from Australia (a Marist brother), an artist from Spain who sketched my portrait (I have it with me), a young couple from Poland, a guy from India who is a vegetarian and who made Indian food for me one night, many French people, and of course some Americans.
Your world changes when you are on the Camino:  you travel from one place to another wondering where you will sleep.  When you find a place, will it have hot water, will you be able to wash some clothes out, and will they dry by the next day.  You wonder about the weather:  will it be hot, cold, rainy, windy – all issues that must be considered before  you walk out the door in the morning.  And on the long stretches you hope you have enough water to drink, and some food to munch.  When your feet hurt, you stop, take off your shoes and socks and let them breathe, then  you start again.  And when your backpack becomes too heavy in the 6th hour of your walk, you can´t ask anyone to help you, because they have their own packs to carry. So you must continue – at times when your entire body wants to scream – or  you may not find a bed that´s available when  you reach your next destination.  These are very different concerns than the ones I deal with back home.
Helping others and being helped is important on the Camino.  I find myself doing both.  I think that´s a good thing.
!Hasta luego¡
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Stage 1: St. Jean Pied de Port to Ronceveau

It’s September 28th and it’s morning. I am about to begin my Camino. I got up early to see the city at dawn.  The cobbled stoned Rue de Citadel was still quiet but it belied the activity soon to begin. In a matter of a few minutes, pilgrims began to open doors of the albergues onto the street ready to begin their Way. I walked a few meters to the pilgrims’ office to get my Camino passport stamped and to pick up my shell.

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My shell on my backpack in the photo above.

I spent the night in a pensione owned by a husband and wife. It is actually their home, and they rent out only four of the rooms. Both are pastry chefs, and you can only imagine how exceptional was breakfast.  The door of the pensione opened onto Rue de Citadel which is on the Camino, and which is where I began.

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I made it to Ronceveau but the walk was a trial by fire.  It was physically grueling, and because I started at 9:30 am, I knew that I would arrive in Ronceveau later than I expected.  However I had no idea just how much later I would be, and I had no idea what I was going to encounter.  I did arrive in one piece – but just barely . . . AND 12 hours later. Details in the next post.

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The journey begins . . .

I can hardly contain myself. I’ve got my shell and I am on my Way down the Rue de Citadel. AND I just got word that my niece Jessica gave birth to Sophia Audrey Milsap. Welcome Sophia Audrey!SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURES

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Arrived at St. Jean Pied de Port

I’m here in my room – feels great, AND this house has a huge yellow Lab.
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Je suis en France!!

I arrived safely in Paris, took the Metro to Gare Montparnasse, and I am waiting for the train to St. Jean PdP in 2 hours. Open Skies – British Airways – great airline. When I thought the flight attendants were giving us leather-bound menus, they were actually distributing iPads to every passenger. Very cool! The iPads were preloaded with movies, TV shows, games and ‘factumentaries’. And they served me a veggie dinner and breskfast. The down side: we flew into a storm over the north Atlantic – white-knuckle syndrome; I still have bead marks embedded in my right hand as I cluched my rosaries – bargaining with God to let me live. I promised I would walk the last 100 kilometers barefoot. (I crossed my fingers – I hope God didn’t see that).

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I’m Off . . .

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