Voie de Vézelay, Day 41



But if it sings it’s a good sign

A sign you can sign your name

Then very gently you’ll detach

A feather from the bird

And write your name in a corner of the painting.

                                                                                                                  Jaques Prévert




In order to meet Emeline, I got up at 4:30 am. Emeline wanted to continue her way to Santiago today and I agreed to meet her around noon. It was totally dark when I left the refuge, with the half moon shining through the fog. My headlamp helped me to see the markers on the way.



Early sunrise
Early sunrise



It was a gorgeous hike. Sheep peacefully grazed in the meadows and the sound of ringing cowbells filled the air. The organization “Amis du Chemin de Compostelle” planted fruit trees with old varieties along the way and even as they were not ripe yet, I appreciated their effort.







Pommier Reine de Reinettes
Pommier Reine de Reinettes


The path lead through atmospheric villages and all would have been perfect, would I have not forgotten my bread for breakfast. For four hours, I had nothing to eat. Also, I did not drink the usual coffee in the morning. The day became extremely hot with 104 degree Fahrenheit and hardly any shade. When I arrived in the village of Saint-Jean-le-Vieux, I was totally exhausted.



Village Saint-Jean-le Vieux (Donazaharre)
Village Saint-Jean-le Vieux (Donazaharre)



The breakfast in a bar was extremely rewarding and I rested for a long time. Before I left town, I visited the nearby church. There, on a gravestone in the cemetery, laid the most beautiful bird I have ever seen. The bird was dead. It was a barn owl, hardly grown out of its childhood with still a veil of white feathers around the bigger, golden brown ones. The sight of beauty and dread, undivided, totally shook me up. Who killed this beautiful being? Who put it on this gravestone? Everything was a total mystery to me. It affected me so much that, two days later, I had a dream of a dead bird becoming alive again and flying off into the big sky.






Through the medieval gate of St. James, I entered St. Jean-Pied-de-Port at noon. Emeline was already expecting me in front of one of the street cafes. It was so great to see her. For hours, we spoke about our experiences along the way. She was sad to leave the solitude and missed already the French greeting of the pilgrims, “Bon Courage.” Now, the greeting would become “Buen Camino” with hundreds of pilgrims walking the way to Santiago each day.



Emeline and I
Emeline and I



Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port is a bursting town full of pilgrims of all ages and nationalities. Many of them start their way to Santiago de Compostela from there and had their first day of hiking over the Pyreneans to Roncesvalles in front of them – a very strenuous hike.



Rue de la Citadelle
Rue de la Citadelle



Another view of Rue de la Citadelle
Another view of Rue de la Citadelle



I stayed in the refuge “L’Esprit du Chemin”, the refuge Huberta and Arnold once owned, the couple I had met in the beginning of my pilgrimage in Le Chemin.

The new Basque owner took great care of the pilgrims. We each introduced each other at the dinner table. There were fourteen pilgrims on this day at his refuge, less than usual. Two pilgrims from Belgium started their pilgrimage in their hometown in Belgium and had already hiked for more than three months. Four pilgrims came from Spain, two from America, one from Switzerland, two from Ireland. There was also one Canadian and one French guy. We all shared our stories. For most of them, it was the start or the continuation of the pilgrimage



Hospitaliér Jaxelus saying words of introduction
Hospitaliér Jaxelus saying words of introduction



Shoes left in the refuge used as flowerpots
Shoes left in the refuge used as flowerpots



View from the terrace into the valley
View from the terrace into the valley



At the end of the day, I went to the church of Notre Dame and was lighting a candle as a thank you to the Way I was able to walk. Even with some difficulties along the way, the feeling of joy and deep thankfulness for life was always with me.   With that, I want to express my deep gratitude for those who walked with me and I hope that you could feel the Spirit of the Way, which is a Spirit of Joy.












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Born and raised in a village along the Danube in Austria, Traude Wild soon ventured out into the world. After a two-year program for tourism in Klesheim/Salzburg, she spent nearly a year in South Africa and Namibia. By returning back to Austria, she acquired a Master of Economics at the University of Vienna. After moving to the United States with her four children, she studied Art History at Arizona State University and stayed in the United States for fourteen years. Here, she was teaching Art History in several Universities like Webster University and University of Missouri-St. Louis. Now, she lives partially in Arizona and Vienna and works together with her husband for the University of South-Carolina, Moore School of business as Adjunct Professor organising and leading Study tours in Central Europe. She also teaches at the Sigmund Freud University in Vienna. Since 1999, she is practicing Zen meditation in the lineage of Katagiri Roshi. She loves to hike and to write and is a student of Natalie Goldberg. During her often many weeks long hikes she brings her awareness into the Here and Now, describing her experiences in an authentic way. She loves to walk pilgrimages. The longest hike so far was the 1,400 km long 88 Temple pilgrimage in Shikoku, Japan in 2016.

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