I always forget
how much people mean to me
but every once in a while,
there are those nights
where everything goes perfectly
And I look around and see
The friends I’m surrounded by,
And I feel like I wouldn’t replace them
For anything in the whole world – A.M
The night in Torres was the first time since the Tres Amigos had left the Camino Francés back in Pamplona that it felt like Olalla and I truly had developed another Camino “family”.
It had begun the day before on Day 7, when I had told Olalla not long after leaving Irache that I needed to spend some time walking alone. It would actually be the first time since meeting at Orisson that she and didn’t walk together; as an introvert accustomed to spending vast quantities of time alone, I was discovering that spending 24 hours a day with one other person, especially one that I had just met, presented quite a challenge.
Not long after we parted that morning, I ran into the Mexican sisters, Yeni and Ana, at the Fuente de los Moros (Fountain of the Moors) just before Villamayor de Monjardin. About a mile later, a tall blonde woman began to stride past us. “Buen Camino,” I called out. “I’m Elissa. What’s your name?” She introduced herself as Armanda and the four of us spent the rest of the day walking together.
That afternoon when we arrived at Albergue La Pata de Oca in Torres del Rio, several of our friends including Olalla, Kon, Pavel, and Abril and her father, showed up and we all spent the afternoon and evening talking and laughing on the patio and at dinner in their little restaurant.
That night, everyone except Armanda and I, got up at 3 in the morning (although they did wake us up to see if we wanted to join them) to do a night walk. It was an adventure Armanda and I didn’t mind missing!
Photo Journal of Day 7
Approaching the little village of Azqueta, Navarre:
Approaching the village of Villamayor de Monjardin:
Between Villamayor de Monjardin and Los Arcos:
Between Los Arcos and Torres del Rio (some of my favorite views on the Camino):
At Albergue Pata de Oca in Torres del Rio:
Dinner (I changed my mind so many times while ordering, I was driving the poor hospitalera crazy):