One of the delightful things about doing a camino is meeting people from other countries. The Camino Primitivo was bursting with Italians this year. I had the pleasure of walking with many, along the way learning some Italian and a few good lessons.
I hiked with Pietro, Renzo and Massimo from the second day of the Camino.
On day 6, I found myself 17 km from the next stop and no bed. By happenstance, these Italians were in the same boat. I took a taxi to Fonsagrada, the next stop, with Franco, Nino and Mauricio and stayed with them most days until Santiago.
- The Italian language is gorgeous but very soft. I’m still practicing rolling my ‘r’ with the tip of my tongue not the back of my throat. I did however learn how to count, know some basic colors and animals. My favorite Italian word to date: il passero, Italian for sparrow.
- There’s a chance for some fun and music everyday. Franco sang constantly and there was a ton of laughter. We stopped for food, wine, music, pictures and chats. Italians always made time for people.
- Italians are very giving. All were giving of their time and constantly tried to treat me. I had to be aggressive about reciprocation. Sometimes I was plain sneaky and often found myself in the doghouse. There’s no even Stevens in Italy.
- Italians are definitely in the top 10 fun cultures. I laughed more, looked at the beauty more and smiled more than I would have without my new (Italian) friends.