15th June Simple


Ribidesella to Duesos 15km

So sometimes even though planned treats don't quite work out as one might have hoped, they do provide tales that grow and develop with each retelling. After yesterday's little step back from the Camino, which despite giving me some space to myself also felt strange as I missed the companionship of my fellow pilgrims. And the by now innate routine; last night as I was getting ready to go to bed my fellow hotel guest were getting ready to go out.

So despite a delayed start to the day, as I only had a short distance to travel, it was nice to fall back into the familiar rhythm again. And what an unexpected delight it has been. Brief walks together with familiar faces, a fabulous mid morning coffee spot serenaded by a fellow pilgrim playing guitar, meeting a fellow Lancastrian who lives out here and a reminiscence about a Wigan 'pie barm', weather that got better as the day progressed, beautiful coastal paths, stunning surprise coves, midday beer watching surfers catching waves, and a 1.30pm finish to the day.

Throw into the mix a fabulous albergue for only 12 people, where I met up with Ernesto, Stefano and Rocco, a pile of washing done and dried plus a wonderful communal meal filled with food, friendship and fun brought to an end what has probably been my favourite day so far.

Sometimes it's the simple things in life that are the most special because after 14 days of walking, having the option of deciding which one out of three pairs of freshly washed and dried underpants might put on might seem a simple thing to ponder,  but it can also be quite a special occasion too.

 

 




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