We are in Pamplona now, finally, and I now have wifi (or wee fee as it’s called here) so can begin or get caught up.
Brian and I started our Camino from St Jean in the pouring rain. We left the charming old part of town down hill on a cobble stoned street.
We crossed the scenic old bridge you’ll remember from the movie.
And walked through the 15th century city gate.
But very shortly started up one of the steepest hills I’ve ever gone up, but only the first of many to come! (Think of two days Devils Slide all you old Scouts.)
We were soon into farmland and we’re greeted by some slow moving cows. I was happy to go at their pace.
As we climbed higher the scenery grew more spectacular.
The rain finally stopped and the sun came out. I was very happy that I’d learned pressure breathing climbing Mt. Rainier as I used it to count. Some times on the steepest parts I only did 5 breathes before I paused to slow my heart down. And Brian? You’d think he’d been bagging peaks forever! He climbed on patiently waiting for me to catch up. We stopped at Hon to to eat a ham and cheese on a baguette that we’d gotten before we left St. Jean. That gave me the energy to carry on to Orrison, our destination for the night. What a welcome sight! And a wonderful welcome. Great hot soup that made me remember the ramen soup that Kent used to have ready as we rolled into camp. Then great pork chops, some kind of bean dish and a yummy almond dessert, & of course lots of wine for those who imbibed. We actually got a double bed in a room with a mother & daughter team from Holland.