Friday, July 14, 2023

18 Estella-Lizarra (continued)

Upon arriving at the official Albergue, I was greeted by its spacious layout spanning three levels and offering a generous capacity of 78 beds. I took a shower and took a brief nap. My bunk bed neighbor happened to be a Spanish biker from San Sebastian named Aitor. Given my upcoming plans to visit his city, I seized the opportunity to inquire about noteworthy sites and recommended places to explore. We ventured out together, embarking on a search for a grocery store while simultaneously taking in the town's picturesque sights.

Returning the store, Aitor and I strolled through the old town, taking some photos.  Upon arrived back to the Albergue, Aitor approached Jose, the friendly staff member at the front desk, seeking a wine opener. Jose suggested an unconventional combination: enjoying the wine mixed with Coca-Cola and ice.  We invited Jose and settled around the kitchen table, relishing the peculiar blend as we engaged in lively conversation. In the midst of our exchange, Jose shared his plans to visit some friends, fellow pilgrims, in San Sebastian the following day. Aitor promptly suggested that I go with Jose on this adventure, realizing it aligned with my own desire to visit San Sebastian. I agreed that it was a good idea.  Jose promptly provided instructions/website to purchase the bus ticket. Meanwhile, Aitor searched his phone for a suitable accommodation option in San Sebastian. Surprisingly, the same hotel that appeared more expensive on my English-language search appeared more affordable on Aitor's Spanish-language search. He kindly handed me his phone, enabling me to secure my hotel reservation swiftly. The events unfolded rapidly, I purchased my bus ticket and made hotel reservation all before dinner. 

Later in the evening, Aitor and I decided to have a "pilgrim's dinner" in town.

We walked across the bridge adjacent to our Albergue, ultimately settling in the vibrant ambiance of an outdoor dining area teeming with locals. To our pleasant surprise, a live bullfight was being broadcasted on a television screen. Engrossed in the fervor of the moment, we discovered that many locals had gathered, reveling in the spectacle together. As we enjoyed our meal, Aitor took the time to enlighten me about the intricacies of bullfighting. Although I understood approximately 70% of what he says in Spanish, I deciphered the remaining 30% based on context. Observing the bull on the TV screen, adorned with swords and bleeding, I found myself experiencing the raw reality of a genuine bullfight for the first time. The gravity of its cruelty became strikingly apparent. Aitor informed me that public opinion in Spain is divided, with approximately half of the population opposing this traditional sport while the other half remains in support of it.

Here are some photos taken in Estella old town on the day I first arrived and again upon my return back to Estella after taking a detour visiting San Sebastain and Bilbao.






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*Estella, also known as Estella-Lizarra, is a historic town nestled in the Navarre region of northern Spain. Its origins can be traced back to 1090 when King Sancho Ramirez of Pamplona established it as a vital waypoint along the revered Way of St. James pilgrimage route to Santiago de Compostela. With its abundance of Romanesque and Gothic architecture, Estella bears testimony to its medieval heritage.

The town's remarkable architectural legacy encompasses a wealth of well-preserved medieval buildings and structures. The historic center, in particular, is renowned for its captivating blend of Romanesque, Gothic, and Baroque styles.


**About Bullfighting in Spain:

Bullfighting, or "corrida de toros" in Spanish, is a traditional spectacle that has been a part of Spanish culture for centuries. It involves a confrontation between a bull and one or more bullfighters, also known as "matadors." The bullfight takes place in a large arena called a "plaza de toros" or bullring.

Whether bullfighting is considered a sport is a matter of perspective and debate. Supporters of bullfighting argue that it is a legitimate sport that requires skill, agility, and bravery from the matadors. They believe that it is a form of art, where the matador demonstrates their mastery of technique and their ability to engage in a ritualistic dance with the bull.

However, critics of bullfighting view it as a cruel and inhumane practice that causes unnecessary suffering to the animals involved. They argue that it cannot be considered a sport because the bull is systematically weakened and tormented throughout the fight, leading to its eventual death. Opponents of bullfighting advocate for its abolition on ethical grounds.

In recent years, there has been growing opposition to bullfighting, both within Spain and internationally. Some regions in Spain have banned or restricted bullfighting, while others continue to embrace it as an important cultural tradition. The controversy surrounding bullfighting reflects differing opinions on animal rights, cultural heritage, and the ethics of using animals for entertainment.

Thursday, July 13, 2023

17 Day 7 Walking Camino- from Cirauqui to Estella

 Day 7: from Cirauqui to Estella 13.6 km

(June 2, 2023)

Leaving Cirauqui was a breeze as the Camino was right outside our Albergue. Today proved to be the easiest day of all my walks so far. The route was flat and offered breathtaking scenery. Each passing day, my body grew accustomed to the routine, and my backpack felt lighter. I enjoyed the company of fellow walkers throughout the day.

Upon reaching the first village, I was delighted to find Stephen waiting for me at a charming street-side cafe. We shared a cup of coffee, and Stephen informed me of his decision to stay there instead of continuing to Estella as planned. He mentioned having plenty of time and opting for a slower pace. After bidding him farewell and expressing gratitude for the invaluable advice he had given me on the Camino, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness. As I write this account of my journey, that sentiment lingers. It dawned on me that on the Camino, you share fleeting moments with fellow travelers, though the memories endure forever.

Leaving Stephen behind, I continued walking and soon encountered a Korean couple named Luci and her husband. I engaged in a brief conversation with Luci before we went our separate ways. Shortly after, I met Beth from New Orleans and Alex from Canada, who were walking together. We took a rest together and took some photos together, capturing snapshots of each other before I resumed my journey.

At one point, the scenery was so captivating that I couldn't resist stopping and asked a fellow walker to take more photos for me. Although I never learned his name due to the language barrier, he eagerly complied with my request.  Originally intending to ask for a few snapshots but he gestured with his hands, directing me to walk in certain directions and adjust my position for better photos. Later, as I crossed a bridge, I spotted him resting under a tree, his shoes off. I decided to join him, and he offered me some Spanish sausages—a common delicacy in Spain. He then suggested that I walk back to the bridge, so he could capture more photos of me on the Camino.  Then he pulls out of his smart phone and start to type in Google translate.  After a while, he gave me his phone to read, and I saw the translation is from Korean to Japanese.  I couldn't help but chuckle and told him that I am not Japanese, I am Chinese, causing both of us burst into laughter.  With a warm smile, I bid him farewell and resumed my journey, grateful for the lighthearted encounter.

Soon, I finally arrived Estella, another ancient and picturesque town of moderate size. I checked into an official municipal Albergue, ready to rest and recharge for the next leg of my adventure.