Day 0 – Arriving – San Antonio | Austin | Atlanta | Barcelona | Zaragoza | Pamplona | Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port
Exhaustion battled anticipation for two days as I was moved at unnatural speeds across the globe. Day 0 ended at the garden picnic tables of La Coquille Napoléon. A Hungarian pilgrim shared two bottles of wine with the other pilgrims from England (2), Italy (3), Germany (3), and Texas (1 – yours truly).
Being the only veteran pilgrim at the table, there was a torrent of questions for me. I had made a vow to not impose my past experience on myself and others, applying the wisdom of Heraclitus:
“You cannot step twice into the same rivers; for fresh waters are ever flowing upon you.”
So, I limited my advice to, “persevere tomorrow over the Pyrenees, and don’t be discouraged by the hardship of the first week. Keep going.”
With a big tomorrow looming before us, we all turned in early. Sleep came easy in the ten-bunk room. And remarkably, it was a snore-free room, a rarity in albergue living.