29.05.2011 - 29.05.2011
Ah, walking the Camino with a hangover. This is tough. I don't get out of bed until 7.30, which is late by Camino standards, and we leave at 8. The biker boys leave later than us and wave as they pass at 9.30, they'll be waiting “at Burgos Irache with hot chocolate, tea and songs” they say, and we arrive half an hour later to hear Jack Johnson spilling over the hill and the Trangier bubbling. Burgos Irache is a famous fountain that flows water as well as wine. It's pretty amazing, with a huge sign saying it's illegal to drink alcohol if you're under 18. But then, today is Sunday, and it's turned off on a Sunday... Argh! And be warned, don't get here too early in the morning, (like before 10am) because the fountain will be off then too.
We continue on to Los Arcos, and my German friend Julia, who has become worried by my strange inquisitive nature, makes up some rules for my safety on the Camino:
“Do not eating unknown fruits”
“Do not touching unknown caterpillars”
“Do not parking on the Camino”
“Do not yelling in the tunnel”
I'm spending so much time with foreigners that I've started speaking English as a foreign language. Some of my favourite new expressions are:
“I will stand up at 6.30”
“We will see us again.”
“I will take the shorty route.”
“Can you make me a photo?”
Finally I arrive in Los Arcos. Julia stopped along the way due to knee problems and the bikers have sped off into the distance. There's a fantastic foot massage at the albergue here which is a shallow well fitted with marbles that you stand on and swirl your feet around in. Kind of like buffing your feet, fantastic! The marbles are warm from the sun and... smell a bit like other people's feet, but it's nice all the same.