My apologies for another attempted alliteration…
You have been spared “Zooming to Zubiri” for I was toast when I arrived. We walked in rain for 9 miles then part sun for 5 miles. Was still battling dehydration as I entered that fantastic village.
I am including a view from the bridge as we walked out of Zubiri the next morning on our way to Pamplona.
I am told the first third of the Camino is a physical test, then body adapts. The middle bit is a mental challenge. A spiritual experience is found in the final stretch. A New fantastic painful blister on tip of me toe made my entrance to Pamplona less than grand.
Today, a tourist day, I have enjoyed the sights. The main cathedral is outstanding. Though pictures can not capture the scale of the structure and the complexity of spiritual expression found in the cathedral.
As I prayed and perused, I contemplated the era of original construction. The power and influence articulated by this building and the rich contents. The impact upon society…
I arrived in Pamplona on Sunday. Shops were closed. Families were filling parks and bike ways. The main square of the old city was like a festival. My dinner, in one of the few open restaurants, was surrounded by a large extended family celebrating multiple baptisms.
I write you from a cafe / pub frequented by Hemingway. Brian, an Aussie who shared the Way with me for hours, commented that “at least Hemingway had something to say.” I hope we each enjoy a life that gives us something to say.