Day 1- 25.06.2020- Pamplona, Spain

Where were we? Ah yes, after too many hours on the bus, one day in Zaragoza and again on the bus, to Pamplona now, ​​we officially became pilgrims after obtaining the first stamp on the credencial in the cathedral of Pamplona.

Credencial-Pamplona

    So many feelings! God, I relive that moment every day and I wonder how have we succeeded to make it to that day. But let's move on with our story, after receiving the stamp we decided not to linger too long in the city and start the Camino in the same afternoon, but wait a sec!? Trying to get out of the twisted old center of Pamplona, impossible for us in that moment, ​​we lost sight of the signs of the route (the specific markings of the Camino, which I leave the picture of below), we lost precious time, but we succeed in the end. We left the city crossing parks, many streets, we passed the huge university campus and slowly, slowly we head towards Alto del Perdon, without realizing what awaits.

Specific signs of Camino

After a short break in Cizur Menor and a run to the pharmacy to get magnesium, heart and muscle support, we head to a more filled with mountains terrains that culminates with Alto del Perdon itself, without knowing and without anyone telling us that we will meet a rocky road, so of course we hardly advance on the stony road that crosses the vast fields of cereals.

    But it seems that nature opposed us from the beginning: a monstrous storm coming out of nowhere caught us close to the summit. Three hours under a walnut tree without the possibility of advancing or return, wet, cold and scared of course, we advance to Zariquiegui to spend the night, but unfortunately the 2 albergue (shelters for pilgrims) were closed due to Covid -19. Without the possibility of a roof above our heads, we look for a place in the following villages, we a sigh with relief when we find an open hostel in Uterga. The problem was the 5 km we had to travel to get there, you have to keep in mind that it was still raining and it was already 9 in the evening, but salvation came to us, the host, the owner of the hostel that would welcome us had called us a taxi. And so, dear readers, we ended the first day of the Camino, a hard day, full of adventures and emotions, I can not tell you how many times we wondered what we actually got into and if it makes any sense to continue. One thing I noticed from the first day of the Camino, from the perspective of 2 people with not much exercise, is to listen to your body and heart, can it handle more? To pay attention to the advice received from the locals (we had received warnings from the village elders that a storm was coming, but the signs were contradictory so we ignored the warnings) and certainly the more water, the better.

    From the perspective pf a person with disabilities, although I used a hand bike and prepared myself somewhat mentally and physically for exercise, it does not compare to what you encounter in the day-to-day life, every stone was against me and of course climbing a mountain exceeded my physical exercises at home, but if I learned something that day, it certainly was to never give up.

    So darlings, we will soon continue with the second day of our adventure. Until next time, peace of mind and body!

Y buen camino, peregrino!

Pamplona Cathedral

Pamplona

My Story

       


       Since an early age I liked to travel, to go on trips: deep in the forest or up a mountain or simply just walking. I remember, I dare to call it, an adventure from childhood. I was at my grandmother's old house, in the countryside,
I remember I absolutely hated to stay rooted in one place or to do common things, but I was supposed to help. That day I was supposed to watch over a cow, so it wouldn't stray away, aaaaaaaall day long, while the other children were playing and swimming in the nearest river. That cow was a little crazy but I didn't expect for it to just appear in front of me and what threw me off, literally, was that it actually took me with its horns and threw me exactly in the thorns. Ouch, I still remember that there wasn't a part of my skin that didn't have this minuscule wood thorn in it. Forgetting the pain or trying to, I took care of most of them and I left the cow but that wasn't all, I left my grandmother's place without even telling her anything as I didn't see her and I didn't bother looking for her. I went all the way to my other grandmother, I don't even remember the actual time it took me to get there, but I know that it was a long way (16 kilometers or 10 miles) may I remind you that I was a child and I went on a walk, alone through three villages, until I arrived in the city to my salvation. Since then I think something in me sparked at the idea of walking, of exploring. If it were somebody else maybe they would have hated the idea of it, but I wanted more. Not the pain, but the adrenaline of just getting away from my problems even for a short amount of time. It amazed me how you could just get up and go and discover, to just travel away from your worries and nightmares.
Fast forward in 1998 I married and a year later my only daughter Mihaela brightened my life, she was my little ray of sunshine as she was a little bundle of happiness with bright eyes and little blonde curls. Since then life took me through different countries, but two of them I knew more of, because of our prolonged stay: Lisbon, Portugal, where we lived a short period of time (God, as I rewind these memories, the longing of seeing them once more takes over my heart) then eight years we lived in Spain, where we visited and we took trips frequently balancing them with our work. In that time I had my two boys, Raul and Tudor, in that order, the light to my happiness. After long eight years we decided that we must come back to our ancestral home, to raise our kids with the same love for our country as we had when we grew up, but a surprise for us was our last child, Seraphim. Now my four children were my pride and joy, they grew up and we actually went through so much these last 7 years, you won't even believe it! But I think that is another story, for another time.


See you soon!