Camino – A Bridge

Despite 27 kilos worth of combat gear, I spent the night yet again in one of the many pilgrim hostels. Against all advice, I brought tent, sleeping bag, cooker, two tripods, SLR camera, 100-400mm telephoto and other unnecessary items with me up to St. Jacob’s Way. Many pilgrims expressed their doubts about my luggage and that I would pay for it on the Camino. In any case, I could have easily survived for a few weeks with all my gear in the mountains; however, I would have had to go without the “Menu Pelegrino” every night.

I stayed in a small hostel on the way to Santiago de Compostela, in Villarmentero de Campos, a small village in the middle of nowhere that was dominated by a church rising up out of the landscape and the straight P-980 path. There are three of us in the hostel, an Austrian musician, a Canadian and me. We cooked together and over a bottle of Spanish wine, we shared our experiences on the Camino. “What do you do?” “Did you meet him or her?“  “Where are you going after Camino?”…

The next morning, it was raining cats and dogs. On this morning, my English vocabulary knowledge is refreshed. The Canadian jumps out of his bunk bed, shouting profanities and heads downstairs in his underwear. His hiking boots that were placed outside to air the night before are gone. The dogs at the hostel had discovered a new game to play. We began tracking down the boots. It was cold and raining heavily. The evening before, everything had been completely idyllic. In the evening light, by the bridge, not 200m away from the hostel…

Camino – A bridge – In the right light – 2009

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