ANNA'S TRAVELS: Zubiri to Pamplona

Stay tuned for a note later on about the many ways to stay awake in Spain. Anyway, regardless of the quantity of sleep, let alone the quality, I left Zubiri at 7:45, definitely a serious sleep in for Camino peeps. However, the world did not come to an end. It was a lovely walk past the magnesium mine that employs the folks of Zubiri - it can't all be fairy tale country side.

Not the mine itself, but a less than picturesque view of Spain.

Remember my shoe story from yesterday? Today a young senorita was whipping past me and she had two very familiar shoes attached to the back of her pack. "Perdone!", I yelled and she turned around so we could communicate about her shoes. "Si, si!" she says when she understands that I found her shoe and she gives me a big hug "Mucho gracias". Her name is Jolanda.

Again, another beautiful day. Again, pictures speak louder than words - at least for the most part.

A late breakfast - called Tortilla de la patata ... my spelling is probably wrong. We would call it frittata. Perfect hiking food.

This was the name of the place serving up breakfast, the El Horno, actually. I have a stamp in my book from here.

Approaching the church of St. Stephen.

Behind the altar at the Church of St. Stephen at Zabaldika.

I was greeted at the door by a small nun who had handouts in every language you could think of. was allowed to climb the bell tower and ring the bell - once. The floor of the bell tower was pretty shaky - I chose my steps carefully. The risk was worth it.