I stopped at a memorial for a pilgrim, and even though I had already seen a few, this one was unique. The cross was handmade out of iron, with a yellow Camino scallop shell on the top. Under the man’s name, in the center, was a photo of him with a backpack. At the base, sat a recently-placed bouquet of artificial roses, which looked real. The man looked so happy, and I felt sure he had passed away doing something he enjoyed. From Page 45, Camino de Santiago In 20 Days. Moments such as these were always touching. Nobody came to the Camino expecting to die.
Now, I’ll continue with my journey on the Camino de Santiago, in the chapter, Day 2: The Bed Shook Like an Earthquake Rolling Through the Hills of Navarra. Even if you don’t have my book, you can still enjoy this post, and learn more about walking the French Way or Camino Francés (map from Wikipedia Commons). I left my last post, On the Camino de Santiago: Pamplona, Spain, on the grounds of the University of Navarra. It was late in the afternoon on a very warm spring day.
The bridge over the Río Sadar quickly led to a rural area after crossing the freeway.
The small suburb of Cizur Menor was on top of the hill in the center.
A farmer’s field meets industrial land on the edge of Pamplona.
This sign in Cizur Menor gets the message across, no matter the language.
Leaving Cizur Menor. Cyclists show the way of the path.
The hamlet of Galar sits on top of the hill.
On page 81 in their excellent book, The Pilgrimage Road To Santiago, Gitlitz & Davidson, mention a cluster of ruins called Guendulain. I believe this is what they referred to.
This lonely Camino path was typical of most of my late afternoons and evenings. The Alto del Perdón and windmills are along the ridge in the distance.
Near the hamlet of Zariquiegui, was this aforementioned memorial for a fallen pilgrim.
Nearby, in a fenced graveyard, a tree had died.
Looking back at Pamplona in the distance.
The 13th century Church of San Andrés in Zariquiegui.
I admired this small patio with stone and flowers.
The Camino leaving Zariquiegui. The path dropped, and then climbed to the ridge and the Alto del Perdón. The yellow mustard flowers would become prominent over the next few days.
Farmland meets the scrubby hills just below the Alto del Perdón.
Here’s me on the rough trail.
Ruins of a home, just below the Alto del Perdón. The town of Astraín is in the distance.
Pilgrim Monument at the Alto del Perdón.
The wind turbines towered above.
This fountain was typical of some along the Camino. It looked ancient but wasn’t that old. I certainly wouldn’t drink from this one. I advise everyone to always carry enough water, and don’t depend on fountains that may or may not be ahead, or have questionable drinking water.
Uterga from the Alto del Perdón, with an approaching storm.
The trail from the Alto del Perdón was, at times, steep and rocky. Once at the bottom of the hill, the path to Uterga was very pleasant.
An old marker or waymark in Uterga.
I hope you enjoyed this post. There were more photos than I had expected to include, but I fondly remember the walk from Pamplona to the Alto del Perdón. On my next post, On The Camino de Santiago in Spain, Uterga to Puente la Reina, I left Uterga on a rainy morning toward the magnificent bridge of Puente la Reina. Please join me.
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