Somewhere we crossed a border…

Somewhere in the long journey over the Pyrenees, we crossed into Spain. It was so lovely lovely to see the horses with their bells on many hillsides, and walk into Roncesvalles.

Our accommodation for the evening is housed in a renovated monastery. By the time we got there it was hot! 🥵

We had sunscreened our tender fish belly skin but it did not escape the reddening by radiation.

Gladly for us the evening air cooled and sent breezes through the open windows. And the stone of the building insulated beautifully. The whole place was clean and efficient and easily housed a very large group of people. I enjoyed the communal dinner with other pilgrims. Who knew that I would have a chance to practice Japanese with one pilgrim traveling alone and looking a bit bewildered?

Over and over I felt so grateful for the amazing weather, the ancient mountains with sweeping sky, and the thousand year old trail to guide us. And for Paul’s dedication to planning and getting on this Camino.Les mer