We managed an early start from the Albuergue “Truck Stop”, the whole hanging with the truckers was one of John’s favorites. The trail immediately started upward, away from the road into pine forest and pathway; a welcome change from the past two days of highway hiking.
As I walk, I am thinking of my mother, she is 86 and lives in Arlington, Texas; she wishes she could hike the Camino. Mom is an amazing traveler, she’s been all over the world and was in one of the first tour groups into Mainland China after they opened their borders, she went with a nurses’ group who toured the Chinese maternity facilities. She is my inspiration as a traveler.
She wishes she could be on the Camino and I have to say many of her skills are perfect for this walk; in particular, her wide ranging camping experiences.
I think campers deal with the Camino better than most. Campers are used to being grubby, washing their dusty clothes out in sinks and hanging them out to dry. Campers know how to surreptitiously pee behind a tree without a fuss. Campers carry their own simple food and know how to heat it on a variety of warming devices. Campers carry their own bed gear and they don’t mind wearing the same thing two days in a row…or three or four. Campers are ok with living outside 18 hours a day in the sun, in the rain, in the wind. And campers love the end of the day, in the cool and the twilight, the magical time of day.