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On March 24, 2004 Walking snow

First day of walking. 28km to Roncesvalles

I get up early. It is 6 hours. I try to put my stuff in my backpack quietly. It is not easy, he black and nothing should be forgotten. The Australian comes to greet me and wish me good luck. This is the last time I spoke to him. There will be many people like that we do not see it once and never see again later.


The innkeeper, for security reasons, forbids me to take the path of the mountain. There's too much snow, I could lose myself. So I have to go through the route.

A volunteer from the hostel, a guy of 60 years, wants to do with me the first mile. It ensures that I take out the right path, one that goes by road. He walks all Speed in speaking of the signaling pathways of the Camino.

-You must follow the yellow arrows. They are omnipresent on the road. They can be anywhere: on a tree on a stone, painted on the road. This is your main guide. You must always keep an eye on it.

I have a hard time to follow! After a few kilometers, he leaves me alone and said goodbye! I'm hot, I stop and I want to remove a jacket!

There is something special about these trails. I feel good right now. I am available to all that surrounds me and I feel close to nature.

I notice a bird singing in a tree, it's a tit. It reminds me of my Aunt May, a nun who loved painting and bird watching. When we visited the holidays, she had given Felix, my little boy, a tit plastic starts to sing when shaken. We do not know, but this visit was the last we've made it. She died shortly after.

I understand watching the tit why she was so fond of singing birds.

Dogs in France are voracious. They do pas les étrangers. Tous les chiens que je rencontre sur mon chemin veulent me bouffer. Ils me mettent en garde de ne pas rester trop longtemps sur leur territoire. Je marche plus vite, mais je ne cours pas. J’essaie de ne pas leur tourner le dos, la plupart du temps, ça suffit pour eux. Tu quittes mon territoire, il n’y a pas de problème.

Mais il y a toujours des exceptions, par exemple, ces deux petits chiens, qui n’ont pas suscité assez de méfiance de ma part. Lorsqu’ils m’ont vu, ils ont chargé à fond de train vers moi, puis l’un d’eux s’est approché de ma cheville et a déposé ses crocs contre mon talon. Je sentais ses dents exercer une pression. I was sure he was going to bite me! And I do not know why he opened his mouth and he ran off with another dog to her home. If it had bitten me, it was all over my journey.

I attack mounted by a trail off the road. At first, there is little snow, it's easy to walk this fine snow. I say that Europeans make a fuss, snow is nothing there! However, after several hours of climbing, I discover that the snow depth is proportional to the altitude where you are. In other words, the higher you climb, the more snow ...


I ride until I find myself walking in at least two feet of snow, I can not make more than seven steps without stopping, my heart pumps up and I must give him time recover. I hold this pace for two hours: seven steps I walk, I stop to catch my breath then I'm leaving for another seven steps. I have no choice, it is too late to retrace my steps. I rely on my intuition tells me that the summit is not far. In the end, I hear cars past, I know that the road is nearby. Then I see the pilgrims who walk the path. Eureka, I'm saved!
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I got there with patience. Those who know me know I'm not patient, then I learned what could be done with it!

After a long descent, I get to Roncesvalles, I go into a brewery. I am completely exhausted. I sit at the bar, I hold a beer like it was a glass of water, then another, without speaking a word. To my left is a German who looks at me with a smile, he waits until I finish the second and then said in English:

-Tough day huh?

We talk, I told him my story. Learn he left Berlin and headed to Santiago, a march that will total 2500 km when it arrives!

Later I go to Mass, where five priests saying mass for 6. They wished us good luck and good luck! There are French, one Swiss, one English and two German.

I sleep in a monastery, which has a ceiling 50 feet high and no window. The keeper called Pablo, he speaks French, English and Dutch. I find it strange that he speaks Dutch and not English, I asked him

¨ Why Dutch? ¨

- Because my wife is Dutch! he replied!

- Ah, OK, it's a good reason ...

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March 25, 2004. Our body is a wonderful machine

Ronceveaux-Lassaroma
28 km


This morning, I must pay tribute to my excesses of the previous day. This trail had two feet of snow depth has left its mark. The muscles in my upper right leg ran out of oxygen. I can not lift my right leg more than 5 cm without feeling pain. I can tolerate 10 cm. If I need to lift my leg higher, I must use my hands ...

The human body is a wonderful machine. If one of our muscles fails, all other muscles to compensate replace those who can no longer provide the same effort. So my left leg and my right calf took me during the first twenty kilometers. They allowed me to spare the aching muscles in my right leg.

After six hours of walking, my right calf is tired. That's when my muscles sore right leg, which took time to recover, took over. They supported my weight increased during the last eight kilometers, giving my right calf brave a well deserved rest!

And it all happens without you even think about it.



At Zubiri, I stopped to get water in the village. At the end of an alley, there is a van that runs out of blood. I say it's probably a butcher who has just made a delivery. Since there are several puddles on the ground and the truck has been cleaned, I look for garden hose, I found near the house. The owner sits on his terrace, he cherishes a stuffed fox. I ask him water, he beckons me to serve me.

I find this strange. A van is stained with blood and a man caressing a stuffed fox ... Il n’y a pratiquement pas d’animaux dans la forêt où je marche. Des oiseaux et des écureuils, c’est tout ce que j’ai vu ! Alors, voir un type qui caresse un renard empaillé, ça fait bizarre. Je remplis ma gourde. Je le remercie. Et je retourne dans la forêt.

Je suis arrivé à Larrasoma vers 4h30 de l’après-midi. L’aubergiste a l’habitude, comme beaucoup d’Espagnol, de vous parler comme si vous compreniez tout ce qu’il disait. Vous avez beau lui dire que vous ne comprenez rien, il continue à parler, et cela, même sur le ton de la confidence.
: « Pas grave, un jour, vous comprendrez ! » Ont-ils seem to say.

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On March 26, 2004.

Larrasoma-Pampelume
20 kilometers

When I walk, I am a free man. Sometimes I feel extraordinary things that are hard to tell. It's as if suddenly, time stopped for a few seconds for me to understand how life is greater than I am able to imagine. It is as if there were two worlds: one we can touch, understand, analyze and dies, and another, which is immaterial, that all our intelligence can not grasp and that is a gift drives us. These two worlds living together, coast to coast. For me, right now, they are as real as one another.


At dinner, I go into a bakery to buy bread and ham. A woman smiling and cheerful than fifty years ago serves me. She cut the ham into slices and separates the baguette in half to allow me to make a sandwich. When packing the order, I do not know why, I notice that his eyes are full of water. She is moved, I feel moved, I dare not ask him if it will, anyway, I can not do that, I do not speak English. I am surprised I try to understand what is happening. Perhaps I reminded him of his son? I do not know, but it affected me.

In Pamplona, I visit the cathedral and I phoned Suzie. The hostel is closed from Pamplona, I continue up the road Cizor Menor, which is located a few kilometers away.


Until now, I always slept well. Snorers do not bother me, but tonight I have business to the king of snorers. He snores so loudly that nobody can sleep in the hostel. It is absolutely impossible not to hear it though je porte mes deux bouchons dans les oreilles et que j’aie mis ma tête sous l’oreiller.

Finalement, après quelques heures, le roi arrête de ronfler. Les autres ronfleurs, du type minou qui ronronnent, s’endorment et commencent à ronfler à leur tour. Une heure passe, puis le roi recommence à ronfler et les minous se réveillent. La routine s’installe : le roi ronfle, les minous restent éveillés. Le roi arrête de ronfler, les minous s’endorment et ronflent à leur tour. Ce sera comme ça toute la nuit.

Évidemment, ceux qui ne ronflent pas ne dorment pas.

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a freeman March 27, 2004 Pampelume-Puerta de la Reina

Le réveil est pénible, le roi continue always his concert while I had lunch with the other pilgrims. We find it funny, it is not possible this guy!

Today, the path is made mostly of hills. I start my day by walking a climb that lasted nearly two hours. For the first time, there is no tree and the wind blows with great force, making walking more difficult. I look behind me, I take time to admire the Pyrenees. It took me three days to walk through this mountain range that extends over 80 km wide. By car, it would have taken me an hour to cover the same distance I realize how, by dint of using machines, we lose the ability to take the time to live. Walking as a means of transportation, we will take to realize the effects of machines on our way of life. The rhythm of my life is transformed and I have no car, no cell, no player and there's only me, the scenery and the trail.
From this hill, I can see the last 50 kilometers I traveled, it always leaves me a funny feeling.



There are wind turbines along the way, their massive propellers provide shade on my feet. They hit the air playing mournful music that gives me the feeling of entering a surreal world.

At the top, there are eleven pilgrims cast iron sculptures, they are pilgrims who walk in groups. The wind is at its greatest intensity, it is difficult to remain in place. I'm starting to get cold, I must go. I salute for the last time the Pyrenees and I begin the descent down the other side.



I go and I go down like that for hours. I go through a long field and I come to a hexagonal chapel, a thousand years old, built by the Knights Templar of the Orde. I sat inside for ten minutes without speaking, not even me.



The order of the Templars was a group of knights who protected pilgrims against the brigands. There are also many legends about them: for example, some say it's a secret society that would have held the famous cup used by Christ at the Last Supper. They had many very special rites which the Catholic Church did not like. A Pope decided to send his army to exterminate a certain Friday 13 in 1453.

Hostel Puerta La Reina is super comfortable: there is a fireplace, nice kitchen, hot water and even two internet machines that work like a dryer, to buy time, we must put euro coins, euro for ten minutes.

So I write a long letter a few pages when a "bog" of the computer screen freezes. Since I do not want everyone to read my letter, I try to turn off the computer, but I can not. I decided to unplug it. Unfortunately, I do not disconnect the plug from the computer, but the extension on which the two computers are connected part. Despite all my efforts, I have not been able to restart. Of remorse, I decide to go to the innkeeper and said that both computers failed at the same time and that is my fault. Since I do not speak English, she does not understand. She said she knows absolutely nothing about computers and it can not reimburse me. I replied: "Yes, but I do not want to be reimbursed, I just want to tell you that ... "Nothing to do, she left.

I met many pilgrims since the beginning of the pilgrimage. We follow in doing the same steps. There are Janine and John, the Pyrenees. A French couple follower of brisk walking is highly competitive. He attributes great importance to the physical side of the march.

It is strange, but a common kind of competition develops among the pilgrims performing. those who like to walk fast reaching the top. Sometimes it's very annoying, because it cuts off communication. Over time, I have come to prefer the company of pilgrims who did not care market soon to arrive early.

John the Pyrenean me talks about her son who remained in Montreal, Quebec that is great and he would like to one day visit it. So Eric the good guy, gives him her address. I had not finished pronouncing the word address that he was already rendered with his family at home in Quebec! Later, with a total indifference he spoke to me, but he did not hesitate to tell me about his upcoming trip to Quebec ... I felt manipulated! Eric Eric the good or the good-natured?

ago that Tom is a young Australian who has no job. He's wearing a backpack that date World War II and who must weigh eight pounds heavier than mine. He is tall and strong. He began his journey to Roncesvalles. He walks fast and he is still one of the first to arrive at the lodge. He would later pay dearly for his lack of training because he had tendinitis that has slowed considerably, after Los Arcos, I went to see him again.

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The March 28, 2004 Estella peas

This morning it snowed. I walk like a monk in silence, not a quiet safe and gentle.


A phrase crossed my mind: "the man who savors the nuances of a pea is it no happier than one who complained that his steak is undercooked? "

This afternoon, it rains a cold day, difficult, but I'm happy, always happy, no matter the temperature. After this long walk in the rain and snow, I savor every nuance of my glass wine. It's the best I've ever taken a house wine for $ 1.


Pilgrims.

ago Diana, the Londoner who was born in London for real and living in London at the moment. That an opera singer than thirty-five who is funny and nice. I went have a beer with her at Estella. The night she made us some good tea. She gave us the basics of "how to make a good tea," I unfortunately forgot the most important parts, I just remember it must not boil water!

ago Jonathan and his father, Jonathan works with his father since the beginning. The journey is difficult because it rained a lot. His father is tired and managed to keep pace easily, it has a lot of blisters. I noticed that when I talk to Jonathan, it is often uncomfortable. I feel that think we see him as a son to dad (obviously, he has nothing of a son to dad). This impression is shared by the Londoner Diana. After our beer has taken Estella, we return to the hostel and we come across by chance. He tells us that the day was particularly difficult for his father and seems a little discouraged. I comforted him by telling him that I have great admiration for what he did. I told him that despite the difficulties, it is very fortunate to be able to walk with his father. Diana said she would have loved to do with his father, but it was not possible. With that, he is moved and Diana take it in the arms giving him a pat on the back and they go away supper. It was the last time I saw Jonathan, his father and Diana have all decided to make smaller steps.

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March 29, 2004, the fountain Muslim.

Estella-Los Arcos
20 km

In the town of Estella, a monastery where there is a fountain of wine. It was built by monks who give freely of their own wine to pèlerins.Il enough to serve a drink from a faucet built in stone. I could take advantage of this windfall, but unfortunately I went through another path. Maybe que ce n’était pas pour moi, après tout, j’ai pris suffisament de vin dans ma vie !


Après quelques kilomètres de marche, je m'arrête près d'une fontaine, une autre, celle-là érigée par des musulmans où Pépé l'Espagnol et Cyros le Suisse se reposent. Cyros est un homme d'une grande culture qui parle couramment l’espagnol tandis que Pépé est un homme simple qui ne parle ni anglais ni français. C’est sans aucun doute les pèlerins les plus rapides, ils partent les premiers le matin, marchent à 5km/heure parfois 6 et arrivent à l’auberge longtemps avant les autres. J’ai remarqué that the Swiss are generally fast walkers, but not the English. Therefore, for almost the entire trip, Grandpa had difficulty following Cyros. Despite their differences, they have done all the way together.

Cyros knows the history of Spain as his pocket. That morning I had a history lesson on the eternal war between Christians and Muslims on one form or another ever since. It is interesting to note that in the name of the knowledge of the truth many people are willing to exterminate. But I think it's even more interesting see that God has given man the freedom to believe or not believe what he wanted. So if God gives us the freedom to choose, how is it that the man he has to kill to oblige his fellow men to believe in religion?

Personally, I've always been suspicious of power in all its forms. The power exercised by men is often a means to control others.

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On March 30, 2004 Walking mud

Los Arcos-Logrono 28 km
It rained a lot today, the rain does not bother me, I'm "crazy". What is hard is the mud on the road, it takes an incredible amount d’énergie pour avancer, mes pieds s’enfoncent dans la route comme si je marchais sur du sable mouvant.


J’ai marché 28 km dont au moins 18 km dans la boue, c’est un exploit physique. Tous les autres pèlerins ont coupé par la route. Je suis fou, mais c’est moi. J’ai connu la neige des Pyrénées alors « Whatever ! »

Arrivé à Logrono, je ressemble à ces filles qui font des combats dans la boue. J’ai marché 7 heures avec les pieds complètement mouillés et je n’ai pas eu d’ampoule. Nous attendons que l’auberge de Logrono ouvre ses portes quand Christian arrive en boitant. Il se plaint que le chemin est impraticable, Il parle avec admiration de quelqu’un qui l’a marché au complet, Il a suivi ses traces presque jusqu’à la fin. Il décrit ces pas, des petits pas rapides et constants. Il est impressionné par l’exploit de ce pèlerin:" qui a marché tout ça ?" demande-t-il. Je lève la main et je répond : « Ces pas étaient les miens ».


Christian est un athlète de 52 ans, à qui je donne 40 ans au maximum. Il marche 40 à 50 km par jour. Il va être ralenti par une blessure (étirement musculaire) qu’il s’est faite sur the path of the mud. Subsequently, Christian dragged this injury for the rest of the trip, despite this, he courageously continued his pilgrimage.

In the cottage there are people with me ° Cool ° with one lady of 75 who made the camino bike for the 7th time.

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March 31 Logrono-Najera Prayer

Sometimes my mind is elsewhere and I'm missing an arrow. So I must find my way, sometimes it means to retrace my steps. This time, I find the way through that I take a photograph of this church. I am looking for my frame when the yellow arrow that points the way to Santiago to me: it is about the church, in the left corner. As the church is open and I'm tired, I decide to rest there, I go and I sit. There is not enough space on the bench for me and my backpack (I have not removed), so I have to kneel. I am aware of my situation: I'm kneeling in a church, for that matter, both to pray ... What I do!

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April 1 The hen and rooster

Najera San Domingo de la Calzada

28 Km 40 Km Winds of breath throughout the day. The shadow of cloud scrolls to my side and past me, one after the other,


There are difficult times, the old haunt torments my mind and provoke in me the opposite of serenity, annoyance. I try to reason with him. In fact, my annoyance is that the situation is out of my contrôle.Je have to accept: to accept what you can not change and live the present moment. I have often thought that when you live in the moment, it is very difficult to be tormented. The torment of the past or the future but not now. Fortunately, because the moment is still with us until the end of our lives, just find it to be better.

I meet a flock of 200 sheep led by a shepherd and his dog, looks like a king with his court. This is the first time in my life I met a true shepherd. He looks happy, he smiles and greets me by sending me your hand. His valiant dog busy bringing the lost sheep do not even notice my presence.


Reality TV is now doing shows on the pilgrimage. A group of English pilgrims are filmed by a local television station. They host the same house as the others, question de faire plus réalité… Évidemment, ils sont tous jeunes et beaux, ont les meilleurs lits et disposent d’une camionnette taxi pour les sorties en ville.

Claude et moi pouffons de rire à regarder le spectacle. La caméra suit les moindres de leurs gestes. Claude dit :

— C’est quoi ça, ils vont filmer le Saint-Esprit maintenant ?

Je le regarde un instant puis j’ajoute :

— Ne vous en faites pas avec ça, Claude, le Saint-Esprit, ils vont le mettre en postproduction.

C'est dans la cathédrale de Santo Domingo de la Calzada, qu’on expose une poule et un coq blancs dans une cage pour se remémorer the famous miracle.

Tradition says that this 14th century, a young pilgrim traveling family had been unjustly hanged for theft by the fault of a servant jealous revenge for the pilgrim's indifference towards her, she hid a cup money in the wallet of the young man. Despite his protestations of innocence, the poor Hogonell was convicted and hanged on the spot.

Concerned delay Hugonell, his parents returned to Santo Domingo where, miraculously, they heard their son that he was still alive because the protected St. Jacques. They rushed to the judge for tell the wonder. Incredulous, he responded that he would think if the rooster and the chicken roasts, he was about to eat, began to sing. What did the birds jumped quickly from the flat.

There is also a children's book that tells the legend of a very different way. This story tells how the young Hugonell was saved from a deadly disease when he was 5 years. Her mother, thank God, decided to give each year its biggest chicken and its biggest cock in the poorest person she knew. The father thought that this sacrifice was insufficient and decided to bring his entire family on a pilgrimage to Compostela. En route to Santiago, they halted at an inn in the town of Santa Domingo. The maid hid the silver cup in the bag of the young pilgrim. The police arrested him and seized Hugonell all such property, including the chicken and the rooster he was carrying. Hugonell was accused of theft and sentenced to death. The judge delivered his verdict after having asked her maid to cook the chicken and the cock of the young convict. The maid kept it for Poultry Hugonell cook and made the place a hen and a cock so big.

When parents noticed their son was following them over, they returned to the village where they learned that their son was sentenced to death. They went to the judge asking for mercy. The judge said, "that their son was as alive as the young hen he was about to eat!". It is at this precise moment, the hen and rooster, the German couple escaped cooking and sight singing ... Amazed, the judge decided to give more credibility to the version of young German and the girl brought back for questioning. The girl overcome with remorse that she had confessed her even hid the silver vase. The judge therefore acquitted the young Hugonell.

I prefer by far the second version because it reflects more of the magic of life. It's the chicken and the rooster that the mother of a young Hugonell transported from Germany that saved his son for the second time. These same chickens she gave to the poor to thank God.

Back at the hostel, a Spaniard, proclaimed "loud" in English his admiration for me. All pilgrims, fifteen, watching me. I think it refers to walking in the mud I had made in Logrono. I do not understand his speech that the phrase "Here, a true pilgrim! "I'm embarrassed I smile, I greet them and I'm going to bed.

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April 2 Belorado My routine

San Domingo-Belorados 28 km.


I've been away for 10 days, enough to develop longemps my daily routine.

I get up at 6:15 so I can leave early. It is nice to pass through a village while its inhabitants slept. I am an alien who leaves the scene, neither seen nor known.

I take my breakfast consisting of fruit, some bars and soft bread with jam. Missing my coffee in the morning is my quest. To take my caffeine intake, I have to find a bistro on the road. Sometimes I walk 10 miles before finding one.

I walk for four hours straight. I stop about twenty minutes to grab a snack and I continue walking for another two hours.

I arrive at the hostel around 13 hours. I wash my clothes by hand and, if weather permits, I stretch out on the clothesline, if I try to find a corner on the stove. It is important to wash as soon as possible to allow time for clothes to dry. Have dry socks for the day is essential to prevent blisters.

Whenever I can, I take a shower, because if I wait too much, there will be more hot water. A cold shower after walking 25 km, you turn into ice block! If you do not believe me, try it, you'll see!

For dinner, I buy what it takes to make a "submarine" or for my French friends, a sandwich. Then I take a siesta. Yep! it is in Spain.

places I visit often and I find an internet cafe where I write emails to my family.

Finally, I'm going to bed and I sleep deeply.

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April 3, San Juan de Ortoga The garlic soup

April 3 Bolerado San Juan de Ortega
23 km

I walk for several hours when Christian joins me. He is looking for a walking partner and would like to complete the journey to Compostela with me. Since the beginning of my pilgrimage, I walk alone, for me is the best way to meditate and enjoy the time I have to know me better. This allows me to unwind, to be attentive and fully live the present moment.

I say Christian I prefer to walk alone, he understands. We'll have coffee and then we set off on our own.

However, walking alone carries certain risks. En route to Ortega, I miss a yellow arrow and I get lost. I take a path that leads me to an abandoned farm, which are trapped hungry dogs. Their grunts my blood run cold, they look like wolves, they find a way to escape, I'm good for a free holiday in the hospital.


I accelerate the pace, I'm heading towards a forest. The road to Compostela is always well marked, if you find yourself in the middle of a forest where the path is uncertain is that we are in the wrong place. So I go back on my feet and reached a crossroads, I see John the Pyrenees. Finally, I found the way, what I am glad to see him again!

We are five pilgrims to finish the stage at the monastery of San Juan Ortoga. We all want to taste the famous garlic soup that Padre morocco preparing the pilgrims for the past 25 years. Unfortunately, the pilgrims are few in April and the Padre, aged 84, does not do in the offseason. In the hope of being able to taste the soup, we ask the board to his sister (blood sister, who lives with him). It suggests that we ask him after the Mass, because, she said: "He made his soup to those who ask him. " We ask him, and obviously, he accepted with pleasure.

The first spoonful of the garlic soup is as strong as the 95% alcohol. No virus can not resist it, my body literally end. There is as much garlic in the soup of the Father there pea in a pea soup. Fortunately I travel alone ...


The night is cold, it is 0 C, and all blankets, sleeping bag and garlic soup barely enough to keep me warm.

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April 4 Burgos. Cathedral

San Juan de Ortega, Burgos
28 km

It no heating in the old monastery of San Juan de Ortega. It's an old building left a little to the neglect in which only two people live there permanently, the Padre and his sister. I'm almost single, I share a huge dormitory with Roberto, an Italian pilgrim. I feel like in an old haunted house.

At 5 pm 30 am, I decided to leave. It was still dark when I start to walk: to me, to the west, the full moon sets in the horizon behind me, to the east, the sun begins to rise. I go along to a moonset and a sunrise. It's beautiful. It is also impossible to photograph.


What I like the way the camino is not knowing what you'll see in the day. Each step leads you to new landscapes. When it's sunshine like today it is all the more enjoyable. Rainy days are behind me and I take the sun's heat. This step, although it is 28 km, is very pleasant.

Burgos is a big city, I appreciate the return to civilization. I relax on a terrace sipping a glass of wine. A procession parades Burgos streets to celebrate Palm Sunday.


Below are the pilgrims of the reality TV come to Burgos.


I visit the cathedral of Burgos. It is an imposing cathedral in which exhibits priceless treasures. The guide tells us his story and the stages of its construction. As it is Sunday, my friend Claude asked the guide what time is the mass.

With an air of indifference, the guide responds that there is no Masses here, he must go elsewhere.

We are surprised: no Mass in a cathedral on a Sunday? I want to reply: "Excuse me sir, why do you think the peasants have built this cathedral in the fair? To make it a museum? .

Spain is a country where, unlike in Quebec, many are practicing believers. If there is more mass in the cathedral of Burgos is for other reasons, perhaps because they have a museum. It is a wonderful museum filled with countless treasures ... but where did the Church?

Claude found later a church where we celebrate a wedding. He decided to assister. Faut ce qu’il faut !

Le pèlerin.

Claude est le doyen des pèlerins, il a 65 ans. Il a fait le voyage en deux étapes : l’année dernière, il a marché de Puy jusqu'à Pampelune ; cette année, il fait le reste jusqu’à Compostelle. C’est un pèlerin facile d’accès et cultivé qui est d’excellente compagnie. Il y a des gens comme ça qu’on apprécie beaucoup. C’est comme dans la vie de tous les jours.

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Hontanas April 5. Sharing

Burgos-Hontana
30 km

Aujourd’hui , il fait beau et chaud. Je marche d’un bon pas toute la journée et j’arrive à Hontana around 13:30.


Hontanas is a tiny village that offers no service. Before I can eat, I have to wait six hours for dinner prepared by the innkeeper is scheduled for eight o'clock in the evening. When you come to walk 30km is a long time ... Luckily I always carry with me a few granola bars that help me cope.

We are six hungry pilgrims seated at the table. The meal prepared by the innkeeper is delicious: a soup with bread for starters, ham served with salad and potatoes. We eat without question, too busy to appease our hunger.

dessert arrives, the host table on a tray table that contains 3 apples and 3 oranges. Six pilgrims watching, we all want to take an orange. It's hot and oranges are refreshing.

It is difficult in this simple situation to take the right attitude. If you take the orange you want, you can not enjoy it fully because you know you go the other Pilgrims deprive of this pleasure. If you miss the orange, then you should take an apple you do not want to.

tray passes by my neighbor, he takes an orange, there are two left.

It's mine, I decide to skip my turn and offer the choice to a woman in her fifties. I told her I know she wants the orange and encourages him to take it. What she did after long hesitation. There is still one. The following

decides to take the last orange, without the slightest hesitation!

Like other pilgrims, I am amazed at his reaction. I'm getting the idea to take an apple when suddenly half of the orange is my neighbor on my plate. That is the attitude to adopt! my neighbor did not hesitate because she knew what to do. Share: 3 oranges, halved make 6 half-oranges for 6 pilgrims happy!

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Fromista April 6. Joy

Hontanas-Fromista 34 km


I feel I grow as a human being, the Camino de Santiago destabilizes me, it puts me in touch with life without artifice, and I see the Increasingly we do not need big things to be happy.

Serenity is a state which removes all material desires. I do not feel the need to possess Bebel, they strike me as frivolous. Here, there are no ads to tell me they are essential to my well-being, and even if there were, I do not think so. How could I be happier with a high-definition TV $ 10 000 or with a luxurious Porche? I'm already at this very moment, a man happy and free. I only walk on a trail and I feel joy.

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April 7 Calzadilla. Stork

Fromista Calzadilla-of Cueza.
38 km


I think my family every day. I have a 6 year old son, Felix, and a 9 year old daughter, Camille. I often write their emails. Here extracts:

Felix Ola!

I walked a lot these days, for example yesterday, I walked 38 km, it is easier, because I walk in a plain and it's cold.

You know what Felix! there is a very strange bird followed me for 5 kilometers, it was beside a stream, the bird called a stork. It is a very big bird that makes a huge nest in the trees. This bird was playing hide and seek with me, I tried to photograph it four times, each time I left my camera, he ran away. So, as I missed mon coup trois fois, j’ai décidé de garder mon appareil ouvert. J’étais sûr que la cigogne ne se montrerait plus et, paf ! elle est sortie de nulle part et elle est passée à dix mètres de moi et je l’ai photographiée.


Plus loin, il y avait des hirondelles qui s’amusaient à faire le tour de moi, puis les grenouilles ont chanté de belles chansons, il devait y avoir 30 grenouilles, parce qu’elles chantaient fort.

Je t’aime !

À Camille,

Bonjour mon cœur d’amour, j’espère que tu vas mieux, ton vieux père commence à être sérieusement in shape. When I get back, we'll do as a family, a walk in the forest, I'm sure you'll love the great outdoors.

Yesterday I took a lonely road of 18 kilometers. I could see eniron 6 km before me. Imagine, you walk an hour, you arrive at the top of a small hill to see that you still have another 6 km walk. This has been so throughout the afternoon. In the end, I was a little tired, but I came to the village as usual.

I love you!


I get to Carrion de los ropes around noon, I still have 18 km to go before joining the hostel Cazadilla, so I decide to stop dinner. I found a grocery store and demand a piece of cheese to make me a sandwich. The cheese comes out the bottom of his drawer, remaining cheese wrapped in cellophane. I bought it and I am seeking a place to eat.

I found a park bench on which I prepare my sandwich. Using my knife, I try to cut the cheese, but it is hard as rock and I can not. He feels nothing, it looks like a soapstone. So I go back to the store to exchange it for another. The cheese is categorical: no refund. I hit the cheese against the counter to say he is out of date and dried. She will not listen and refuses to reimburse me. It did, however, only 5 minutes I was out of the grocery store!

After dinner, a street in the downtown, an old woman who looks like a witch blocks my path. She opens her mouth and pointed his finger towards his tongue and his teeth black. I give him a bag of almonds that I have in my bag. It takes them back to me and almonds. She wants money. I look in my pocket and dropped 3 euros in its basket. Looking down, I notice she has new shoes and she is better dressed than the average person. I sense something strange in his manner and I decided to take 2 euros. Bad idea, she gets angry and starts to bawl me out. I'm leaving and I told him to go to cook an egg! Incredibly, I went to see her in Compostela ° or 400 km away, trying to beg near the cathedral. As soon as she recognized me, she started shouting at me. It should say something like: ¨ Why did you back the money? Why? . It was a beggar professional.

In Spain, there is almost no tramp and beggar, because they are supported by the government and the Church. Indeed, it is the only beggar I met during my trip.

Needless to say, Carrion de los strings was not my favorite city!

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April 8 Sahagun. Community

Calzadilla the Cueza-Sahagun
24 km

Today is Holy Thursday, a day off for the people of Sahagun. Restaurants, bars and public places are crowded. It is a feast day: children playing, laughing friends, lovers kiss, the elderly converse. Towards

19 hours, people gather and walk in the same direction. I wonder where they go? going to a concert? I am. I go up a lane leading to the church square. They enter the cathedral, I decided to join them.


thousand people sitting in the church of Sahagun. I sneak quietly near a pillar at the back. The bishop of the diocese chooses a random faithful, began to wash his knee and feet. I think he did it to remember the episode where Jesus washed his disciples' feet. Later, parishioners are given peace, it is with heat that many of them came and shook my hand and wish me peace and welcome. The stranger is that I am touched by their hospitality. I just realized that there is in this community a desire to socialize and collaborate with others.

After Mass, families gather in the plaza. Febrile children are a sign that something unusual was brewing. Then sort of floats begin to wander the streets of the city. They represent different periods of the life of Jesus. They are worn by some thirty men in costume with purple dress and pointy hats. The holders are veiled so that we can not recognize them. It is a tradition that was established to protect the identity of those who do penance.


A brass band accompanies the procession. Musicians aged between 8 and 75 years playing the trumpet, clarinet, drum and flute.

Finally, families join in the procession marching to the beat of the music.


I go back to the hostel light heart. Now, for me, the spirit of community exists and is shaped by the desire of its members want to socialize and collaborate.

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April 9, the Mulas Mansilla. Victor Leon

Sahagun April 9 - the Mulas Mansilla.
38 km

Today is Friday, all shops are closed. I have not made a provision and I have to walk 38 kilometers to get to the next hostel. I have two chewing gum and a piece of bread. Whereas it is little energy I have to spend.


When walking was never hungry, thirsty, but we do not feel hunger. Therefore, I decided not to make long pause. I do not want hunger manifests itself, I drink lots of water to keep my stomach full.

Walking is boring, I'm a straight path along the side of which was planted trees every 9 feet. To combat boredom, I walk with a rapid rate and a constant rate.

I meet a German woman I met there ten days, she limps, she no longer works with her boyfriend because she said they broke up, her boyfriend walking too fast for her. She now travels with a friend she was made at the hostel. I find it odd that her boyfriend did not want to slow its pace. After all, she had followed for 400 kilometers at its own pace. Now that his injury prevented him from following his performance, he leaves behind. This allowed him to discover her boyfriend as he is. And if they were married and she had cancer, would he accompanied his disease? He would have had it slows down, right?

At the end of the day, the warmth of my body no longer sufficient to oil the machine. I have sore knees and I still have 6 km. This day 8 hours of nonstop walking develop a tiny bulb. She also taught me the limits of my body. My limit is 38 km walk in eight hours. Voila!

Arrival at destination, my only concern is to eat, I'm hungry, very hungry and I need to find a restaurant. Cyrus the Swiss know where we can find a restaurant! I will fill him with my stomach growling.

Came to the hostel, John the Pyrenean relaxes in the sun. He said he would like to find a place to write his name so he can find on his next pilgrimage. We think in different locations. Premonition for what was to follow!

I decide to go to mass. Again, the church is filled to the brim, a crowd of 500 people present. There are only two empty seats. They are located at the rear to the front bench last. I sit and listen to mass. A lady comes in, I'm moving to the left of a place. The church is now filled to capacity. I look before me, I notice that someone has a knife engraved with the name of a person. I read that name, it says ¨ Victor ¨. I can not à le croire, je me frotte les yeux ! c’est très clairement écrit ¨ VICTOR ¨, un nom russe peu courant en Espagne.

Ma voisine, qui remarque mon étonnement, me demande si je parle allemand, je lui réponds que non, puis je lui montre le nom de Victor et je lui dis, en anglais, que c’est le nom de mon père. Elle sort ses lunettes pour regarder l’inscription puis elle me sourit.

Après la messe, avec mon ongle, j’écris : " EM " pour Éric Morin en dessous de VICTOR.

Les mathématiciens, à vos calculatrices. Quelle est la chance que je vois inscrit le nom de mon père à la place où je dois m’asseoir dans a church in Spain?