2145 hrs 2/8/11
I'm staying in Cizur Minor (Zizur is the Basque name) about 1.5 miles west of Pamplona at the Pilgrim's Albergue. This is by far the nicest Albergue yet, not to mention the Albergue caretaker- Maribel, speaks English (yeah!!!).
The walk went faster today because the terrain was much more flat or downhill at times. The downhill, as I've know for ages since my times running Robie Creek, is not necessarily FUN. But, the walk was less strenuous because of it.
After checking into the Albergue and throwing our miniscule amount of dirty clothing in the wash, we caught the bus back into downtown Pamplona where we breezed through just hours before. With only my flip-flops to wear (due to blisters and socks in the wash), I walked through the antiquated and busy section of Pamplona- up and down the Plaza de Torro where the July San Fermin festival sends hundreds of bulls through city, ate Spanish cuisine (including sardines) at a great bar on the Bull's route, got the private backroom tour of a Gothic 14th century church called San Saturnino because Guillermo chatted up the Priest, and then spent the next 1-1/2hrs trying to find the correct bus to get back to the Albergue for another failed attempt at a Skype call with my husband. (Something about Guillermo that I've decifered through my keen sense and wonderful e-translation tool is that he is a "marketeer" for "antiquities" relating to biblical times- so that's how he got us into the backroom tour at the medieval church! Cool, huh?)
- photos are of the arena where the bulls enter after "running", me at the medieval drawbridge that is still the foot entry into Pamplona, and one course of our Spanish meal made up of olive oil & sardines and carne asade with roasted peppers and red wine.
Walking to Lorca, Spain tomorrow.
I'm staying in Cizur Minor (Zizur is the Basque name) about 1.5 miles west of Pamplona at the Pilgrim's Albergue. This is by far the nicest Albergue yet, not to mention the Albergue caretaker- Maribel, speaks English (yeah!!!).
The walk went faster today because the terrain was much more flat or downhill at times. The downhill, as I've know for ages since my times running Robie Creek, is not necessarily FUN. But, the walk was less strenuous because of it.
After checking into the Albergue and throwing our miniscule amount of dirty clothing in the wash, we caught the bus back into downtown Pamplona where we breezed through just hours before. With only my flip-flops to wear (due to blisters and socks in the wash), I walked through the antiquated and busy section of Pamplona- up and down the Plaza de Torro where the July San Fermin festival sends hundreds of bulls through city, ate Spanish cuisine (including sardines) at a great bar on the Bull's route, got the private backroom tour of a Gothic 14th century church called San Saturnino because Guillermo chatted up the Priest, and then spent the next 1-1/2hrs trying to find the correct bus to get back to the Albergue for another failed attempt at a Skype call with my husband. (Something about Guillermo that I've decifered through my keen sense and wonderful e-translation tool is that he is a "marketeer" for "antiquities" relating to biblical times- so that's how he got us into the backroom tour at the medieval church! Cool, huh?)
- photos are of the arena where the bulls enter after "running", me at the medieval drawbridge that is still the foot entry into Pamplona, and one course of our Spanish meal made up of olive oil & sardines and carne asade with roasted peppers and red wine.
Walking to Lorca, Spain tomorrow.
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