El Peregringo

In some ways, Estella is really my first “stop” in an albergue on the Camino. I spent my first night in a hotel, the second in our house in Pamplona, and the third night was in the new albergue where there were only three of us in the basement of the Hotel Jakue. Furthermore, Ana and the girls drove to visit me in Puente la Reina. Arriving in the albergue in Estella, with lots of people, was thus essentially new.

The word “albergue” is often translated as “hostel”, or perhaps even better, as “pilgrim hostel”. There are public, municipal albergues, albergues associated with monasteries or convents, albergues in the attics of churches, and privately owned albergues operated as businesses. My night in Estella I chose to stay in the private albergue and not the municipal one. This one was special even as a private albergue since it is run by an organization out of Pamplona that tries to help persons with disabilities and isn’t run for profit, but rather to benefit the special cause.

Here’s a look at the interior of what is a fairly typical facility along the Camino. Though this shot doesn’t show it, about 50 of us slept in this one room. There was quite a symphony of snoring (and I was probably a soloist).

It was here where I really began to meet other pilgrims and to get a sense of why others choose to do this. Some do it for faith, some have done the Camino more than once. Some, apparently, elect to abandon the walk and their shoes along with it.

The village of Estella is right on the Ega River. It has been an important city along the Camino since the year 1090, and was heavily defended by castles and fortresses at each entrance. As a medieval city it was divided into segregated neighborhoods, with Basque and proto-Spanish speaking Navarros in one area, Jews in another, and the French in still another. It was a rich city and I honestly don’t think my words can do it justice.

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Estella was rich enough that even the municipal buildings were works of art. Of course municipal at that time didn’t mean there was separation of church and state. The Ayuntamiento building includes a statue of Santiago.

The church in Estella is so tall that with the single lens I’m carrying I couldn’t get any sense of the height into the images. The woman with the purple towel/cape in the above image, a brasilian, told me that when she was here a year ago with her husband, seeing the church in Estella is what inspired her to do the Camino.

The public, or municipal, albergue is in the center of town, just across from a fairly new stone bridge.

I absolutely have to go back to Estella again. There is too much here for a one night stay.

A fairly non-descript day of walking. Admittedly this is only the fourth day so I have little to judge from, but the walking itself doesn’t seem like it’s going to be too hard on me–we’ll see (famous last words).

While the walking itself wasn’t all that hard, what I walked on was incredible! There are long stretches in today’s walk where pilgrims are actually walking the original Roman road that passed through this area. It completely blows my mind that my steps are on paving stones a Roman worker laid over a 1000 years ago! In the image at left you can see very clearly the edge stones on this section as it begins a descent down a hill. In New England we think we have old stuff…this is mind blowing.

Roman road building set the standard and we continue to use many of the same techniques now. There is a base of large, hard-packed gravel, covered in sand. The edges are very large stones set vertically with the sand and gravel packed in between the part of the stones that are above ground. Then, the paving stones are fitted on the top–higher in the center to shed water–and then wedged in tightly by driving stone wedges in at the edge.

Some parts of this section of the road were restored in the middle ages–the contrast is pretty easy to see in these images. The leftmost image is before restoration and the center image, after. Apparently the restored sections are rougher than the original, though at the time of restoration they were probably better than the then currently deteriorated state. I still find it amazing that a road re-built in the middle ages is in such great shape. Too bad we don’t have this kind of engineering anymore…

This section of the road descends to a largely destroyed, though still crossable bridge, also of Roman construction. I have no idea who the pilgrim is in the image of the bridge above–I turned back after crossing and beginning the climb up the bank on the other side to shoot this image.

The countryside here is mostly rolling–in places similar to Vermont, though less green. The Camino passes through large numbers of asparagus fields. The Spanish love white asparagus–it’s only recently that you can even find very much green asparagus, and I have yet to see fresh green asparagus. Virtually all of it eaten here is canned and white. It’s white because they keep it completely covered by straw until it’s cut so the chlorophyl never develops.

Chinese white asparagus has begun to destroy the asparagus market here in Spain, and many of the old top brands of asparagus like “Cojonudo” are now sourced in China. As a result, many of these fields are being dug up and replanted with vines to expand wine production. That in itself is problematic because the global price for wine grapes is already at or below production costs according to some of the farmers I have spoken to along the road today.

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The Camino today passes through a number of small towns. Pilgrims typically stop for rests as they pass through these small Camino towns, and over the centuries, economies and construction become shaped by the pilgrimage. In Lorca, a number of pilgrims paused to cool off, refill water bottles, and relax. Lorca has only one long street, and the centuries of pilgrims spending money to buy bread and wine as they passed through brought some amount of riches. As a result, a number of the houses have family crests denoting minor nobility.

After Lorca, the Camino passes through Villatuerta. At the church of Villatuerta, there is a modern statue of Santo Veremundo. He was born here and spent much of his life in the Irache monastery outside of Estella. The statue shows Veremundo dressed as a pilgrim. Since there is some discussion as to whether he was actually born here or not, his bones go back and forth between this church and one in nearby Arellano every five years.

This area has been occupied for millennia, the Romans bringing olives with them. There were lots of hermitages and there remain a lot of olive groves in the area.

After 22 km of this beautiful and historical section, I arrived in Estella, which deserves its own post…