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Roncevalle to Zubiri.

Much better day today.  A bit shorter route, and other than a few nasty stretches of rock, it was much easier.  We had a lot more time to enjoy the scenery, and talk and walk with fellow pilgrims.  We met people from all over.  In talking to a girl from Poland, we commented on the care her country is providing for the Ukrainian refugees.  “Finally something good to hear about my country!”, she responded.

Much of the path was very rocky, but certainly not as steep as yesterday.  Have to take care especially down hill as it is steep and a bit slippery.  Thankful for my husbands helping hand!

Met up with many of the same people as yesterday, with time to chat as we walked.  Fourteen year old Maddock, from Arizona, walking with his grandparents, and is claiming “gloating rights” for the rest of his life.  Daniel, (Italy) who started the walk yesterday without water (silly boy!) and we helped him out.  He seeks us out at stops - because i do not forget those who help me.  He gave his most charming smile - “all of my friends mother’s love me so I have lots of care.”

David from Sardinia, which he assures us is different from other parts of Italy.  See, we have our own little areas, like your states but our language and cultures are all different.  He lost his job in the hotel industry because of Covid, so decided now that travel is open to do the Camino.  Politics and inflation - sounds like home.

I could go on, it is so interesting to try and communicate in little bits of Spanish, English, and lots of gestures..sometime when we walk away I wonder if we actually were having the same discussion or not!

 The little towns are beautiful, very old but well kept.  Most have small kitchen gardens, some have little greenhouses, and almost everyone has flowers.  The roses are gorgeous!

Walked through some very dense forest, dripping with moss, kinda creepy!  There are lots of witch stories about these forests .  The little town of Burgete apparently has a large cross placed at the end of the village for protection from them!  

Again a food truck was a welcome sight!  

Finally reached Zubiri around 4:30, crossing over an old Roman bridge to enter the tow.  

This is our hotel, charming and old! 



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  1. Looks like gorgeous scenery and sounds like lots of interesting people to enjoy along the way!

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