Roncesvalles
No photos yet, sorry. The albergue in Roncesvalles has a computer room but no wifi that I can find, so I can´t upload my photos from the camera.
I arrived here about an hour ago, and have had my first stamp on my pilgrim´s passport and a long, long shower. Items still to do include laundry and dinner.
Getting here was a trek in itself. All day yesterday on airplanes, and most of today on two buses, from Madrid to Soria, and then from Soria to Pamplona. I barely made that connection.
In Pamplona I found to my woe that the next bus to Roncesvalles is at 6PM… tomorrow.
So it was a taxi. I can safely report that I no longer believe Italian drivers to be the craziest on earth. This was a windy mountain road, full of hairpin turns, and the cabbie took it at speed, even passing cars that he decided were too slow.
My heart rate only recently recovered.
I met some pilgrims here that had come over the pass from Saint Jean, and I´m very glad I decided to forgo that route; it´s snowing in the pass and the advice is to not cross.
Tomorrow, I start walking!
Snowing in the pass? ‘ware the Mines of Moria, brother!
Oh yayz! Got your text.
I love you! I miss you! I walked today!
Great news!
Thom thanks for the check in! Thought of you often yesterday.
For everyone’s sake and peace of mind it is imperative for people to note that you cling to the passenger’s side seat when I drive at 30MPH.