My mother had planned to take a rest day, but since I was only there for four days, she decided to push on. We set off on an alternate route to Luquin, passing by the famous wine fountain, where 100 liters of wine are refilled daily and offered freely to pilgrims. We took a moment to fill our cup and savor the experience together.
My mother is walking the Camino as a pilgrimage, and it’s heartwarming to see the scallop shell markers guiding the way, the camaraderie among fellow walkers, and the stunning scenery. I feel incredibly fortunate to share even a small part of this journey with her, and I couldn't be more proud of her determination.
When we arrived in the small town of Luquin, we found there was only one Albergue for pilgrims. To our surprise, we had walked right into their annual Fiesta! It was both a blessing and a curse: we enjoyed watching children dressed in cycling gear riding up hills repeatedly, indulged in chocolate fountains, and witnessed the vibrant community dressed in white with red scarves. However, the only meal available at the bar was beef stew—which I don’t eat—and the music and celebrations continued well into the next morning, leaving little room for sleep before we headed off again.
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