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Three steps, three rhythms, same evening destination.
Stage of June 7: 24 km toward Hôpital-Saint-Blaise.
The three of us started: me, Maria, and Thomas. Talia and the Korean guy had stayed behind. Since I had met him only for one evening, and we split already the next morning, we never had the chance to exchange contacts, and unfortunately I don't even remember his name: I would have really liked to share more moments with him. That morning he had decided to stay one extra night at the albergue to wait for the friend he had started the Camino with, because after separating they had ended up in two different towns.
Talia had stayed there for the same reason: she was tired and wanted to recover energy before moving on. I fully agree with that philosophy: the Camino is best lived at your own pace, not according to return deadlines decided at home when you calculate kilometers and days from the couch. When you are there, the present moment decides: you continue if you feel able, you stop if you need to. If Talia did not feel like getting back on the road that morning, she absolutely did the right thing by listening to herself and taking a full rest day.
We walked at different paces, as always happens on the Camino, but in the evening we met again in the same tiny village: few houses, really around twenty in total, no restaurant, no bar, no ATM, no supermarket. Only the albergue, with access through a code to collect at the church.
That is where survival mode started. Near the albergue there was only a vending machine that accepted neither cards nor banknotes: only coins. Maria and I emptied all our pockets to pool every coin possible and get the best dinner we could afford, balancing quality and quantity. Thomas instead went from doorbell to doorbell, house by house, to collect something to eat for himself; then he added it to what we had bought, and in the end the three of us shared everything. It was a memorable dinner: three strangers joining forces and resources to create a convivial moment of real sharing.
That evening, after dinner, we came up with an idea to still feel connected to Talia, who was now behind us: turn the Camino into a small Hansel-and-Gretel-style game. Leave signs for her along the way, and let her find and collect them stage after stage. That is how the shell mission started: we left the first one in the albergue, behind the kitchen door, and wrote instructions for her in the albergue guestbook, as the opening clue of a gentle little treasure hunt that would keep us connected even from afar.
That evening we shared everything: what we had bought with spare change and what Thomas had collected. In such a small and isolated place, the value was not what you had, but the fact that no one was left alone. It was one of those moments when the Camino teaches you that community can be born from very little.
Oloron-Sainte-Marie → Hôpital-Saint-Blaise: 24 km. Strong recommendation: if you stop there, arrive with **coins** (not banknotes), because there are no ATMs, restaurants, or real alternatives besides the vending machines.
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