The first day of the Camino was the hardest for W and I. We had been told by friends who had done it in the past, “if you can just get through the first day, you are home free.” I saw the same sentiment expressed in both the guidebooks and every Camino website I came across. They all proved to be true becuase the 29km day over the Pyrenees was indeed a haul. We had good weather, though rain clouds looked a little threatening a couple of times that day. Along the way, we did manage to stop and take a breather at a gorgeous lookout that included lots of snow-covered peaks on the horizon. W and I agreed that we were really glad we weren’t trekking over those. Needless to say, we were really glad to reach the hostel that evening. Here are a few photos.

At one point we crossed the border from France into Spain, but there was no sign or maker to let us know. We realized it when we passed a random sign written in Spanish. That evening we spent the night in a monastery-run hostel. By far, it set the bar for what we wish every hostel could have been like throughout our journey. It was clean, the showers had hot water, the beds were comfortable (though that may have had more to do with fatigue than actual comfort), and though we were in a large room with many beds there was still a modicum of privacy. It’s a shame I didn’t get any photos of it. But to be honest, at that point in the day we were both so tired, neither W or I had “taking photos” at the top of the priority list. It’s funny. Those first couple of days we were in “survival mode.” After that, our bodies seemed to begin adjusting to the demand and routine of each day and we began to enjoy the experience even more.