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Camino Day 11: Paella and Picnics

May 15th: Najera to Ciruena

14.2 km/8.9 miles

The mature student hostellers

When the large group of Spanish students was seen settling in the main hostel room last night, I presumed that I would be in for a less than peaceful sleep. My impression stood corrected. They were so well disciplined that I had to share my admiration with their leader who seemed to be chill, cool and well liked by the students.

I also don’t recall any cell phone LCD screens glowing in the dark. Duly impressed.

Another slow Camino start

We were nearly the last to leave the hostel this am, which would basically be our modus operandi for most days. Kashi was not much of a morning person and I just didn’t like to move quickly.

The day was overcast and threatening rain.

Sundays made towns appear empty and deserted since most shops were closed. Yesterday’s mileage caught up with us, and a shorter walking day was envisioned.

The wild horse within

The wonderful, liberating feeling of not knowing where one would end up for the night, haunted me when I returned home post Camino and tried to adjust back into my life. The thought of taking a permanent job scared the bejesus out of me.

A saying that resonated with this freedom-loving spirit read, “It would be like asking Christopher Columbus to be content with a job as a postal clerk”. The image of a wild horse being bridled also came to mind.

The societal transition post Camino continues to present day.

Familiar faces and warm greetings

We passed a few familiar faces en route today. Familiarity can be grounding for nomadic souls. Greetings exchanged, along with the Camino mantra, “Buen Camino” (Have a good walk).

Kashi and I were getting reacquainted. Our last rendezvous was in Nepal about 2 years back. What better way than one long continuous walk side by side?

Calling it a night in the village of Ciruena

The weather was still hinting rain as we approached Ciruena, a city hit hard with the economic crisis in Spain. The crisis started in 2008 when the housing bubble burst and unemployment shot up to 20%.

Some housing developments were built for thousands, yet only hundreds were presently living in them. Ciruena was one of these towns. If not for the Camino passing through, the town would be at an even greater loss.

A quick sweep around the village landed us a private room in a hostel. This was to be home for the night. There was even a tub in the room, which I planned to spend a great portion of my time soaking in.

Paella and vino

Sunday afternoons don’t offer many options for eating out, but we remembered passing a golf course down the road that promoted a Peregrino menu. The place ended up being packed with locals drinking wine and eating paella. So this is where they were all hiding out.

Picnic in the room

Due to the late lunch, we had a picnic in our room later in the evening while most were partaking in the Peregrino menu downstairs. These food spreads in the room were some of my favorite times with Kashi throughout our worldly travels.

"I literally have never felt more alive than on this trip. It was like you were tapped into my subconscious and delivered a menu, tailor made." 

-Kelly L.


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"In one week I had more adventures than I have had in my entire life combined. I feel so fulfilled, so reborn, so energized."

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