Dear Aymery
Woke up stiff and sore. How sore, you might ask? So sore, my hair hurt! Packed quickly, had breakfast in a bar across the street and then - on my way.
The 3 Canadians I had met had left earlier as did the Swedish woman, Carina. On my way alone and liking it. Thank God the terrain is a little flatter. Walked through beech woods to Burguette where I saw others stopped for breakfast. Burguette was made famous by Hemingway as his favourite place to fish for trout. Got lost and went out of my way about 1 km. Doesn´t seem like much but it is.
The Road continued through beautiful woods where the wind blew steadily, cooling me, making the leaves rustle and the light dance. The Road was undulating and, frankly, the uphill stretches were no fun. Past Lintzoain, the Road begins a really grim uphill `portion where you trudge up to Alto de Erro - the highest point on today´s route. Along the way, I passed a stone reputed to be the length of Roland´s pace - 8-9 feet. My pace is down to 8-9 inches, I think.
Reached Zubiri and found my Albergue. Met my 3 Canadian friends again. We got settled down and then went out for a cold drink. Later, during dinner, the skies opened and a driving thunderstorm set in. Lasted all night. Tomorrow does not look like fun.
Ultreya
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This is the story of my walk on the ancient Camino de Santiago, a twelve hundred year old pilgrimage route. The Camino is 835 kilometers, from the south of France, across the Pyrenees Mountains into Spain and thence westwards to the tomb of the apostle St. James in Santiago de Compostela.
