A Journey of 800 Meters and Unexpected Connections

June 6, 2025 : The alarm went off at 6:15 AM, pulling us from our beds for what would become an unforgettable first day on the Camino de Santiago for our walk from Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port to Orisson. The morning sendoff at our hostel was touching—volunteers spoke about leaving everything behind, about family and possessions waiting safely at home, and about keeping your mind focused on just one thing: the Camino!

Finding Our Way

Leaving St. Jean proved slightly confusing at first. There were no yellow arrows on the path nor a group of other pilgrims to follow. Which path do we take? Thankfully, I had downloaded the Gronze app, which pointed us in the right direction. Soon enough, we started spotting other walkers, a reassuring sign that we were on the right track.

The landscape unfolded before us like a painting—beautiful countryside dotted with farms and freshly tilled soil. Though most of the hike stayed in shade, we were already sweating. Perhaps because nearly the entire route climbed steadily uphill. Our packs felt heavy on our backs, but slowly, slowly, we were adjusting.

The Hiking Pole Dilemma

Almost everyone we passed carried hiking poles, so we decided to invest in some ourselves. The hostel owner had sage advice: “Try one stick first. See if you like it. You can always buy a second one in another town.” Forty-five minutes into our journey, we hadn’t needed them yet, but they felt reassuring nonetheless.

The Valley Opens Up

In the far distance, mountains rose up, covered in impossibly rich green grass. We passed whitewashed farmhouses with red-trimmed windows, their simple beauty striking against the landscape. At one point, we spotted three donkeys grazing lazily on a hillside—something funny and unique you don’t typically see on a daily basis.

Our first café stop came with a bonus: a 360-degree viewpoint at the top that offered a gorgeous panorama of the entire valley. But the beauty came with a price. The walk grew steep quickly, forcing us to take frequent breaks. During one rest, we snacked on brie and baguette before tackling a dirt path that climbed straight uphill through seemingly endless switchbacks.

At the bottom of this section stood a grove of trees planted during medieval pilgrim times—a reminder that countless others have walked this very path for centuries.