We woke up on Day Five of walking the Camino del Norte feeling well-rested and relaxed.
Because we were in the attic far above the commotion of the albergue, we didn’t hear everyone heading to the communal table for breakfast and, remarkably, not one of the four of us set an alarm! We were downstairs for the 07:00 breakfast by 07:15, but that was too late. There wasn’t a drip of coffee or a crumb of bread left. Lesson learned. (The albergue owner did find us a bit of bread when we asked.)
But we weren’t stressing about sustenance as much on this day because we knew that we had to walk just six miles to Guernica where we would indulge in a long, leisurely Pilgrim lunch before taking a bus to the major Basque city of Bilbao.
From our perch on the albergue porch overlooking a valley, we waved goodbye to Marlena and Alicia, who we were now calling the “cookie girls” for their habit of busting out boxes of cookies from their backpacks whenever anybody got hungry.
Lizz and I had planned to wait out the morning rain and set out at about 10:00, but we quickly learned that this is a no-go in an albergue where you should leave by 08:00 so the operators can clean and get ready for the next group of pilgrims.
The owner politely kicked us out, and we rushed to pack our bags. This is when we learned that we had finally gotten good at packing our bags in a hurry! It also helped that we had mastered the “spinner” (an electric device popular on the Camino for wringing out clothes before putting them out to dry) the night before and all of our clothes were actually dry as a result.
We breezed into Guernica early and had to wait for the restaurants to open for their lunchtime pilgrim menus. (In Spain, lunch starts at 13:00 and at 15:00 everything closes for a couple of hours.) This gave us time to book a hostel in Bilbao and sort out the bus schedule.
Our bodies felt great and we were getting good at booking rooms on the fly.
With all of our “chores” done for the day, we kept the wine flowing at lunch and cheerfully reflected on the week. “This is really the greatest adventure of my life,” Lizz said at one point. A big statement considering this is a woman who has served 21 years in the United States Navy and lived all over the world!
Because it takes about five weeks not including rest days to walk the Camino del Norte, we knew that the 35 days that we had to walk was just shy of what we needed, so we were on the lookout for places to bus forward. The guide books suggested we wouldn’t miss much in terms of views if we bused to Bilbao, so this was the day to bus forward.
We hopped a bus and arrived in Bilbao just in time for, you guessed it, another party! The whole city seemed to be dancing.
We were warned at the bus station that we were headed for another festival and this time we decided to dive right in.
I thought this meant that we would hit the clubs, but Lizz had something else in mind. She wanted to try every ride – EVERY ride – at the carnival near our hostel. I’m not much of a carnival person, but I have to admit that I had an absolute blast. We didn’t drag ourselves home until the early hours of the morning.
It helped that we were staying in a regular hostel so everybody was out late and it really helped that we didn’t need to check out until noon the next day.
Just as we felt like we were really falling into a Camino groove, we decided to break the routine by staying out light and partying with the locals. But that’s OK. Sometimes you’ve just gotta dance.
Stage Miles: 23
Actual Miles Walked: 9 (14.4 kilometers)
Bus forward Miles: 14
Total Miles Walked So Far: 67 (108 kilometers)