Roncesvalles to Espinal. A change.
I came to the first town just over 2 miles. A small town of Burguetr-Auritz. An amazing small but vacant town. Shuttered windows, public water ways in the streets, and what seemed like 1 way roads that weren't. As easily as I passed into the town I found my self exiting into a forest again.
The second town of Espinal was emerging, just 3 miles later. But I felt drained. No blisters, or joint pain or even soarness. But a lack of what I though the Camino would bring. I sat on a small bench next to a fountain for almost 2 hours and contemplated what lies ahead. I thew stuff away, I reduced things down (who really needs 3 shirts anyway) and I saught a lighter pack. As I passed a small church and 24 hr Coffee vending machine, I saw 2 individuals that would brighten my day. 2 folks from Alaska that had witness heartache discouragement, and untimatly understood my delima. I stopped to talk to them, pray with them and as they decided to stay in that small town, I decided to call the taxi company to bring me to my next destination, as I would no longer be able to make the deadline. After a wonderful meal, glass of wine, and discussion with a father /daughter team from Belgium biking the Camino, I realized this Camino isn't about the 500 miles or in my case visiting the resting place of St. James (no disrespect there James), but its about how I walk my Camino and embrace the family and manyany counties representative of this journey.
