Arzacq-Arraziguet to Arthez-de-Bearn

Day Thirty Seven. 19.3 Miles, 31.2 Kilometers.

Written on May 26, 2012.

Our backpacks were packed and with our clothes in hand we quietly made our way out of the Gite, (dormitory). We went downstairs and walked into the Pilgrim lounge…always open. We grabbed our liquid yogurt and drank it while we were putting clothes and shoes on. Pierre looked in and waved on his way out to the Chemin…it was 6:10 a.m. Rhonda from Australia left at the same time as us and we were off. Today was a lot of fun. It was a lot of miles to walk but we are in an interesting Department, (County). All of the departments have their own terrain, style and “feel”. This department seems to have dedicated itself to catering to the pilgrim with benches, tables, picnic areas and a zen garden. We had walked for a few hours when Vern started talking about how he would love a cup of coffee. This is a daily ritual..he talks about a cup of coffee and looks most of the day for it. Today he talked about it and within a mile he had it. It was in the yard of a local resident who seemed to enjoy creating a shady spot with coffee, tea, and homemade cake for the Pilgrims. We enjoyed it and stayed for awhile. He had a large guest book and loved to see where people are from. I signed it and read the comment before mine it was written by Joseph from Austria and he had put his facebook name in the book.

Pictured: Vern at the Pilgrim Rest.

We probably only walked another 1/2 mile when quite a way down the road we saw something in the road. As we got closer I told Vern that it looks like a backpack, then I realized that there was a pilgrim attached to it. Oh my gosh! There is a pilgrim laying in the middle of the road! Just at that moment a women in a small van came by I put out my sticks and pointed to the pilgrim. She rolled down her window. I explained to her in French that I understand a little French and that I did not know what was wrong with the pilgrim. As she drove up to him he popped up and she started talking to him. When we got there he told us that he slept in a tent the night before and didn’t get any sleep. He was exhausted. We suggested that he sleep on the grass next to the road. We introduced ourselves and asked his name. He said Joseph from Austria! We are glad that he is ok.

Pictured: Joseph from Austria.

We had walked 10 miles by the time we came to another rest stop. We recognized our roommates from the night before. As I looked around I realized that we were in a Zen Garden.

Yes, today has been wonderful and interesting.

Pictured: A few items in the Zen Garden.