Last night I slept in Roncevalles (Spain) where Dutch people receive well over 150 people per night in August. Last night we were only 28, mostly Spanish men. I do not know what the women do, ¨probably looking after the kids¨, said someone. At 10 pm the light went off and at 7 am on again. Only one person snoring, I was a happy girl in the morning. Slept very well with the pink Oropax in my ears.
What do I do in a day? This morning the temperature was about 5 degrees celcius at 8 o´clock when I had to leave the refuge. An ice cold wind was blowing from the Pyrenees that I crossed yesterday. Inside I had a delicious piece of gateau Basque (pie with cherries) for breakfast. So the bar was the next stop for a nice hot espresso. With about 25 others pilgrims who had the same idea at the same time. At 8.41 am we left. A good two hours of walking, another stop for coffee. Then I spent the next two hours talking to R. from Toulouse, about how the people you meet have an effect you. Walking in silence all day makes for being in your own world. And then after the walk you enter the regular world with other people. It wakes you up and sometimes you do not want to.
Any way R. found a way to stay in his own world: he puts on his Rasputin face and no one dares to approach him. The female counterpart would be Queen Victoria. I will have to think about that one. I do not feel like being arrogant and distant at all. At 1 pm it was time to eat. Casse le croute, break the bread they say in French. Laurence from Lake Constance (Swiss) and B. joined us and we shared what we carried. The walk ended 15 minutes later and at 2 pm we found a good place to sleep. Now for a shower, washing my clothes and maybe write a bit more in my diary. I will practice my Spanish a little bit more. That is it really, life is simple.