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I arrived a few hours ago in Puente la Reina. I am staying at a monastery. Assuming I can get my VERY painful feet to move down the street, I will set out to find some dinner in a few minutes as I am starving. Yesterday, I walked through Pamplona and stayed the night in Cizur Menor. Pamplona was very energetic, only a week after the festival with the running of the bulls. I spent some time in a gorgeous cathedral there and ate a very garlicky tostada (a large rectangular crouton type bread-thing) topped with jamon. In Cizur Menor, I bunked with two Swiss and two Philadelphian women. I had a nice Pilgrim´s meal of garlic soup (very tasty with bites of sausage), a couple of breaded chicken cutlets, and ice cream. The red wine I was served was slightly chilled and refreshingly thirst-quenching. I drank a glass and a half of wine, which carried me right to sleep when I got back to the refuge. Today, I had quite a climb and descent. At the top was the Pilgrims´ Monument (the point in The Way where Jaust compares his waist to the that of the metal pilgrim in the monument, and Sara translates the inscription for Tom: ¨Where the path of the wind crosses that of the stars.¨) The area was electric with people so happy to have reached the top and all excited to be at that specific significant spot. Lots of windmills line the ridge, and the whir of the windmills had drawn me faster and faster to the top. I have shed a lot of my belongings in order to better handle my backpack´s weight. The lighter backpack and being in better condition made today´s climb better than the first two days´. My bad foot, however, is not doing well. I have faced (and am now trying to accept) the reality that I will not be able to walk the entire 500 miles. My foot can barely handle about half of what I had hoped to traverse each day (though I did walk the entire nineteen kilometers today). I most likely will need to take a bus for a part of it. I am creating voice recordings chronicling the trip, during the stretches when I am walking alone, so I hope to blog from those once home. Well, the Internet timer is about to end, so off I go to take my laundry off the clothesline, to get some food, then head to sleep. Peace to all!
I arrived a few hours ago in Puente la Reina. I am staying at a monastery. Assuming I can get my VERY painful feet to move down the street, I will set out to find some dinner in a few minutes as I am starving. Yesterday, I walked through Pamplona and stayed the night in Cizur Menor. Pamplona was very energetic, only a week after the festival with the running of the bulls. I spent some time in a gorgeous cathedral there and ate a very garlicky tostada (a large rectangular crouton type bread-thing) topped with jamon. In Cizur Menor, I bunked with two Swiss and two Philadelphian women. I had a nice Pilgrim´s meal of garlic soup (very tasty with bites of sausage), a couple of breaded chicken cutlets, and ice cream. The red wine I was served was slightly chilled and refreshingly thirst-quenching. I drank a glass and a half of wine, which carried me right to sleep when I got back to the refuge. Today, I had quite a climb and descent. At the top was the Pilgrims´ Monument (the point in The Way where Jaust compares his waist to the that of the metal pilgrim in the monument, and Sara translates the inscription for Tom: ¨Where the path of the wind crosses that of the stars.¨) The area was electric with people so happy to have reached the top and all excited to be at that specific significant spot. Lots of windmills line the ridge, and the whir of the windmills had drawn me faster and faster to the top. I have shed a lot of my belongings in order to better handle my backpack´s weight. The lighter backpack and being in better condition made today´s climb better than the first two days´. My bad foot, however, is not doing well. I have faced (and am now trying to accept) the reality that I will not be able to walk the entire 500 miles. My foot can barely handle about half of what I had hoped to traverse each day (though I did walk the entire nineteen kilometers today). I most likely will need to take a bus for a part of it. I am creating voice recordings chronicling the trip, during the stretches when I am walking alone, so I hope to blog from those once home. Well, the Internet timer is about to end, so off I go to take my laundry off the clothesline, to get some food, then head to sleep. Peace to all!
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