I took freshman physics but I was never that good with waves. We were walking up a steep, paved street and the water coming down always made waves like in this video. Can someone with a better under of physics tell us why it does that?
Day: April 18, 2024
4/18 WynChar Diary
Rain ponchos lost: 1
Rain ponchos found: 1 (see the post on this)
Transport: 7.0 miles walking, one bus ride, one taxi ride, no little boat across the ria.
Interesting characters and repeat meetings: several
We are staying in Santoña. There is a cute little ferry that crosses the ria but we missed it, it stops at 2:30 pm.
Surprisingly we met Kelly (the priest) and Christina again. See post soon.
Moss along the trail
It’s pretty wet around here. The trail led through the woods. Dozens of rocks were completely covered in moss like these.
When we were walking with the Irish guy we mentioned how green it was and asked if Ireland was greener. He gave us a sly smile and said this looks about as green as Ireland but maybe Ireland is a little greener. I could imagine Stephen Fry saying the same thing in the same way.
Thank you, pilgrim
Today we walked about 7 miles from Castro Urdiales to Islares. The first half wasn’t wonderful: very close to a noisy highway, etc. But the last half was quite nice — see above photo. It rained most of the first half and then cleared enough for us to take off our rain coats.
Someone on the camino forum had suggested that Altus raincoat/ponchos can just hang from your backpack while they dry out. So, that’s what each of us did. At first I tied my sleeves in front in case it fell off but I had it tucked down behind my backpack and thought it would be fine without tying the sleeves. Charlie did the same. Every once in a while I checked to be sure each of us still had our raincoats. (Believe me, in this weather they were crucial equipment to have with us.) See how I was carrying it in above photo.
Well, we got to our walking destination, Islares, around 1:15. We planned to hang out in a bar there and then catch a bus an hour later into Laredo. (The walk there sounded horrendous. Either along a dangerous noisy highway or a very-too-long way around. We decided to skip it.)
As I was ordering coffee in the bar, Charlie said to me “where is your raincoat?” I looked and it was gone. After the initial shock I said, “Oh dear we are going to have to retrace our steps.” We went back a ways and met several pilgrims coming towards us and asked each of them if they’d seen the coat, but they all said “no”. They would have seen it if it were still on the trail. Clearly it was gone.
Of course, I felt terrible about losing it. These Altus raincoats are wonderful. Light as a feather and so easy on and off and they keep us and our backpacks dry.
We went back to the bar and I was still feeling upset and regret that I’d not been careful enough with it. I said to Charlie, “I guess someone saw it and said ‘Wow, what a nice raincoat. I can really use this.'” I added “I hope they needed it more than I did.”
Then after a while I thought, “hmmm, if a pilgrim found it, they might leave it at the next albergue.” I looked at the map and the next albergue was only about a 5 minute walk away. Charlie stayed with the packs and I walked there. As I got near, someone out front waved me over — a man we’d asked on the trail about the raincoat — and he said “I think someone found your coat. They left it in the albergue.” I went inside and the very nice woman at the desk had it.
Now I love that coat even more and I’ll never let it hang loose.
I’m so grateful to the kind pilgrim who took it to the albergue. I’ll probably never know who they were.
Charlie was amazed and thrilled to see me return with the coat. He had thought it was pointless for me to check for it at the albergue.
We were able to catch the 2:15 bus into Laredo. From there we took a taxi to our hotel in Santoña. (We had planned to catch a ferry from Laredo to Santoña but it had stopped running for the day. So taxi ride was longer than we had planned.) But, we got here in time for a nice menu del día.
Now we are sitting in a bar in Santoña, drinking decaf, listening to 60s rock (Pink Floyd), and blogging. It’s not a bad life.