Day #2 - A day of healing

Today was an easy walking day – only 3 ½ miles – to allow for a chance for the achy muscles and tired bodies to rest.

We landed in a lovely little family owned casa rural, or what we would call a bed and breakfast, and we filled up the place. 

Our word for today was ‘Healing’ which lent itself to a bit of an introspective type of day. 

But, before that was to be, we had to take care of important business – securing our next meal. We went to the one of the only two places in town to eat (not counting the tiny grocery store).  We saved the “fancier” place for dinner.  It is operated by the same family who own the place we’re staying at. (In a town of 80, that’s kind of the way it goes).  Bar Juan was full of pilgrims, so we took our sandwiches to go, and ate them back at our very own dining room table where we could all sit together.  We were a bit surprised when we took the foil off our sandwiches (or bocodillas, as they are called here).   They were all made on big baguette type hard rolls and some had just a pile of bacon with nothing else, while others were filled with a different kind of meat.  It reminded me of Christmas morning opening up a gift, expecting it to be something good, but not sure what.  The only difference was that even after it was opened, many still weren’t sure what it was.  But, I heard no complaints as we dug into these unusual, but filling, treats.

A couple ladies treated the group with wine they purchased at the store, which conveniently was located just under our place of lodging for the night.  The wine was $5 a bottle and tasted as good or better than any I’d ever had.  We all considered moving to Spain for that one reason alone!

After lunch and lively conversation, our rooms were clean and ready for us to move into. There were five sweetly decorated cozy rooms each with their own bathroom, and yes, even hot water!  You don’t realize how much you appreciate a warm shower until you’ve had a freezing cold one, like we did last night.

 Each room is different, beautifully but simply decorated.  The beds are covered with fluffy comforters which apparently called our names, because a few of us took advantage to hop in and take a little nap.

The quietness of the afternoon was a nice break, and women wrote in their journals, listened to music, or spent time in quiet contemplation.

Today I am reminded by the Camino to appreciate.  I am grateful for simple things I typically take for granted, like a warm shower and a hot cup of coffee.  I also so appreciative for the important and precious moments in life I am witnessing here, like our attentive host’s genuine and loving concern for us, the warm interaction between her and her teenage son, and the kind and supportive conversations between the women in our group at they start to relate on a different level.

Life on the Camino is good.  Actually, life is good. Period.