Tony wasn’t joking when he pointed to the mountain range after I bought the scallop that I’ll be crossing those heights. That was two weeks ago when we driving to Berdot after lunch at St-Jean-Pied-de-Port.
Yesterday I passed the pilgrim gate tired but proud to have done the walk with Irene. Tourists were looking and smiling and wishing the pilgrims who have arrived or leaving.
Only then after seven days did I realize how special the Camino is. It has not been easy all the way but strangely I never thought of giving up, just pushing on so I can keep up with Irene.
The walk in Basque was tough with endless climbing, soggy tracks, parts with no signs for long distances, threatening weather, and a wrongly marked map to add to the fun.
Its a test of physical, mental and spiritual endurance. Fortunately Irene and I worked well together even though we’ve only known each other for a 15 days.
Tony has been a great help, pushing, encouraging, guiding, checking, advising us all the way.
So Tony, this is for you. Without your idea about this walk, I would not have come so far.
Today we will start walking the Spanish way. Stay with us.