The Rabies Bridge at Zubiri
Every day brings with it new adventures, new stories, new towns, and new challenges. The walk to Zubiri certainly brought new stories and new challenges. After the trek over the Pyrenees my left knee decided it did not like me anymore; and I also developed a sore throat and stuffy nose. Last night, a few blisters appeared as well. But despite these challenges, I was eager to see the Rabies Bridge at Zubiri.
The Rain at the beginning
It looked like rain when I started after breakfast. It was cloudy; yet, it was warm enough just to wear my t-shirt. The first part of the Camino today was through a forest. I passed by the 14th Century Pilgrim’s Cross – Cruz Pelegrino – which was erected in honour of Sancho VII. At the end of the forest was the White Cross – Cruz Blanca – a symbol of divine purification, it was erected as protection against the witches' healing arts. This area in Navarre was one of the main areas of witchcraft in the 1500s. The town I entered was Burguete. The name of the church in Burguete was San Nicolás named after San Nicolás de Bari who was closely identified with the Camino and protection of the Pilgrims.
When I reached the outskirts of the town, I witness something amazing. In a heartbeat all the pilgrims stopped, they took off their backpacks, and on came to the raincoats. Yes, it had started to rain and it would be rainy all day long; well, almost all day long.
The Rabies Bridge at Zubiri
I think all of us have heard stories that starts like this, “If you do … then …, I swear it works.” The people at Zubiri had a similar story. There is a bridge you have to cross before you get to the town. This bridge was build in the 15th Century and is known as La Puenta de la Rabia, which means The Rabies Bridge. Legend had it that if you walk your animals across the bridge three times the animals would be cured of Rabies. This legend was started, apparently, when the builders found the body of Santa Quiteria, the patron saint against rabies, while building the bridge.
The end of the day
I arrived in Zubiri earlier than expected and had to wait about an hour for my room to be ready. This was not so bad because I had a sore knee and an ever-increasing-sore throat. I went to look for a pharmacy … the pharmacist was on vacation. Luckily, the local drug store had some Halls, which helped.
Yet, at the end of the day all was good. During dinner I met an Australian couple, Paul and Dobrah. Paul was Macedonian Orthodox and recently renewed his connection to the faith community. He was a veterinarian. Dobrah was a lawyer. They shared their faith story with me. After all, all of us have a story to tell.
My journey on the Camino de Santiago started in September 2017. At the time I wrote blogged entries with pictures whenever I could. Now, three years later, it is time to revisit the journey; I am re-posting the entries with a few updates. Enjoy.