Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Boadilla del Camino
This is my first entry on my blog since leaving the state of Arizona. Even at home before beginning the Camino I had difficulties with my computer....I think the Universe was trying to tell me to go along with not writing, I didn´t know if I´d be writing or not and thought I´d see what happens. I think the sign is the same, every time I try to write something I can´t connect with the internet, we´ll see how this goes.
I´m hearing this from other Pilgrims and know this myself that it´s difficult to remember what happens, what you ate or where you have been just the day before.
I have a short time to write as Pilgrim´s are starting to arrive from their days´walk and I need to be respectful and share computer time.
Marc is taking a nap, it´s siesta....when in spain do as the spainards do.
Marc and I arrived at this albergue yesterday at separte times as we walked alone. He knows that I say ¨Create your own Camino, it´s your Camino¨ and our friend in Ventosa (Junte) says the same thing.....It´s your Camino. Junte suggested that we try transporting our backpacks forward to the next albergue. He did it yesterday and flew like an eagle as I heard during dinner by comments from other Pilgrims that he would fly by them and next thing they´d pass him along the path under a tree having a short siesta, he´d pass them by again, they´d pass him as he ate lunch. I love the stories at the end of each day.
I had a different experience, on Sunday and Monday I decided to have a day of silence and continued the following day. It was interesting not talking to anyone and once in awhile caught myself saying something aloud to myself and then would laugh. I decided when I arrived here at En El Camino where my friend and owner of the albergue would be that I would end my silence. How could I not talk to my friend. I think he has a website but I don´t see it, I´ll post it another time. In the past couple of days I would pass a tall german fellow then he would pass me, easily with his long legs. At dinner I had the opportunity to meet him and explain why I didn´t visit, no problem on the Camino everyone understands. He easily passed me as I found out he is 6´6¨. A french woman also came over to meet the americans and curious if we ate this way in america. She said she heard we are always quick, going here and there not taking time to eat with family. Wow, she was right. Marc is usually in his office and I would just let him eat in there since he had so much to do. It wasn´t a problem for either of us. Interesting that a foreigner knows this about most america families.
A few days ago Marc and I had a wonderful experience....after leaving Ventosa and Junte we forwarded our packs as she suggested we try (an unheard of thing on the list of rules of the Camino). We were in the famous La Rioja wine region and knew if we found anyone in fields picking grapes we would ask if we could join them.......soon we found ourselves climbing small areas to look at a loader (correct term probably not) picking grapes. Very interesting but they weren´t interested in us so we moved on.
After climbing a few more hills and around a few more bends in the road we saw people below picking grapes....this was our opportunity! We walked down and asked if we could help out, si, si. Marc asked if I wanted some water first and they quickly said, ¨No, have some wine¨ and handed us a bottle then they showed us what to do. Took us to their vehicle and handed us small clippers like for trimming flowers at home. We didn´t have gloves and they didn´t have extra so we went right to work from 9 in the morning to 9:30 pm that night when they drove us back to the albergue where we had our backpacks transported. They offered us to spend the night but we couldn´t because of our packs. We had a terrific and exhausting day half bent over, kneeling and crouching, cutting grapes in two vineyards, loading black plastic bushel buckets then taking them to the tractor bucket that when full the grapes would get dumped into a large trailer. Junte warned that it hard work and it was. The family (Amor, Ana, Miguel and Charlie)we were working with were wonderful people inviting us to their home for lunch and then back to the vineyard to work more. After the day´s work they took us back to the their house to wash and then a ride to the Winery where we met Amor (father and owner of the vineyards) who drove his tractor and trailer to get weighed and dumped at the premier Winery (I don´t have my notes with me for the name and will write that in next post). His daughter Ana and wife to Charlie gave us a personal tour of the Winery then presented us with two Winery hats. What a fabulous day we had, we manifested exactly what we wanted to do on this Camino before leaving the wine region of La Rioja.
Now we are here at another wonderful albergue En El Camino where I always feel like I´ve arrived in Paradise. Eduardo is constantly working to create comfort, joy and love for the Pilgrims and the albergue is filled with Art painted by his mother. I love it here and we chose to spend another night here instead of the usual night in Leon.
Gotta run, Pilgrims are wanting to use the computer.
Signing of in Spain.
Living Passionately,
AriZona
I´m hearing this from other Pilgrims and know this myself that it´s difficult to remember what happens, what you ate or where you have been just the day before.
I have a short time to write as Pilgrim´s are starting to arrive from their days´walk and I need to be respectful and share computer time.
Marc is taking a nap, it´s siesta....when in spain do as the spainards do.
Marc and I arrived at this albergue yesterday at separte times as we walked alone. He knows that I say ¨Create your own Camino, it´s your Camino¨ and our friend in Ventosa (Junte) says the same thing.....It´s your Camino. Junte suggested that we try transporting our backpacks forward to the next albergue. He did it yesterday and flew like an eagle as I heard during dinner by comments from other Pilgrims that he would fly by them and next thing they´d pass him along the path under a tree having a short siesta, he´d pass them by again, they´d pass him as he ate lunch. I love the stories at the end of each day.
I had a different experience, on Sunday and Monday I decided to have a day of silence and continued the following day. It was interesting not talking to anyone and once in awhile caught myself saying something aloud to myself and then would laugh. I decided when I arrived here at En El Camino where my friend and owner of the albergue would be that I would end my silence. How could I not talk to my friend. I think he has a website but I don´t see it, I´ll post it another time. In the past couple of days I would pass a tall german fellow then he would pass me, easily with his long legs. At dinner I had the opportunity to meet him and explain why I didn´t visit, no problem on the Camino everyone understands. He easily passed me as I found out he is 6´6¨. A french woman also came over to meet the americans and curious if we ate this way in america. She said she heard we are always quick, going here and there not taking time to eat with family. Wow, she was right. Marc is usually in his office and I would just let him eat in there since he had so much to do. It wasn´t a problem for either of us. Interesting that a foreigner knows this about most america families.
A few days ago Marc and I had a wonderful experience....after leaving Ventosa and Junte we forwarded our packs as she suggested we try (an unheard of thing on the list of rules of the Camino). We were in the famous La Rioja wine region and knew if we found anyone in fields picking grapes we would ask if we could join them.......soon we found ourselves climbing small areas to look at a loader (correct term probably not) picking grapes. Very interesting but they weren´t interested in us so we moved on.
After climbing a few more hills and around a few more bends in the road we saw people below picking grapes....this was our opportunity! We walked down and asked if we could help out, si, si. Marc asked if I wanted some water first and they quickly said, ¨No, have some wine¨ and handed us a bottle then they showed us what to do. Took us to their vehicle and handed us small clippers like for trimming flowers at home. We didn´t have gloves and they didn´t have extra so we went right to work from 9 in the morning to 9:30 pm that night when they drove us back to the albergue where we had our backpacks transported. They offered us to spend the night but we couldn´t because of our packs. We had a terrific and exhausting day half bent over, kneeling and crouching, cutting grapes in two vineyards, loading black plastic bushel buckets then taking them to the tractor bucket that when full the grapes would get dumped into a large trailer. Junte warned that it hard work and it was. The family (Amor, Ana, Miguel and Charlie)we were working with were wonderful people inviting us to their home for lunch and then back to the vineyard to work more. After the day´s work they took us back to the their house to wash and then a ride to the Winery where we met Amor (father and owner of the vineyards) who drove his tractor and trailer to get weighed and dumped at the premier Winery (I don´t have my notes with me for the name and will write that in next post). His daughter Ana and wife to Charlie gave us a personal tour of the Winery then presented us with two Winery hats. What a fabulous day we had, we manifested exactly what we wanted to do on this Camino before leaving the wine region of La Rioja.
Now we are here at another wonderful albergue En El Camino where I always feel like I´ve arrived in Paradise. Eduardo is constantly working to create comfort, joy and love for the Pilgrims and the albergue is filled with Art painted by his mother. I love it here and we chose to spend another night here instead of the usual night in Leon.
Gotta run, Pilgrims are wanting to use the computer.
Signing of in Spain.
Living Passionately,
AriZona
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