Found a bite of breakfast in a little bar - booze behind it in a little town called Bourgette (my spelling could be off, not sure). Had a sandwich - sort of a cold omelet in a small crusty loaf of bread - well, small for a loaf of bread but very large for one person.
The villages that we passed through were picturesque beyond belief. Have noticed many of the same people as we pass each other over and over again depending on who stops where for what and how long.
Probably about kilometer 7, while I was walking alone, I discovered a running shoe in the green beside the path - a very new running shoe with one expensive sock in it. Definitely dropped off the pack of a pilgrim. I picked it up and hooked it on the front of me so if whoever lost it noticed they would see me coming if they came back for it. Made it to the next village (no idea what it was now) and at a little cafe I asked the collected pilgrims if it belonged to anyone. One Spanish woman recognized it as belonging to someone she knew so she took it off my hands. I was glad to be free of it ... it was like some obligation that I had taken on and I worried about finding its owner.
The street in Burgette.
Walking into Espinal.
A walled cemetery past Espinal.
The buildings across the courtyard from the pension that I am staying at tonight. Amazing geraniums!
As you can see, the weather has been spectacular. I was born to be in this climate, even my feet are warm most of the time. So much so that I gave them a little cool off dip in the river that runs through town.
Tomorrow, Pamplona! It's not bull running season, although an Irishman I met today told me there was plenty of bullshit on this trip. I don't think he meant literally, although you must be very careful where to step most of the time :)
Buenos noches ...
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