We got up at 5am this morning. Day 3 had been so hot while walking that we decided to get up early and walk the 5.6 km to the next town for a coffee and breakfast. But, we didn't get started started until 7am.
This was to be our easy day. The priest had motioned a slight uphill, downhill, uphill, downhill and a flat walk to the town of Pamplona.
As we shook his hand and received his hearty smile and blessing, we felt good. Why not? We'd completed the first stage on the Route de Napoleon. Hadn't it shook me to my core before starting the walk itself?
I've learned that doing the walk, as hard as it is, was easier than wondering and worrying if I could do it. The Camino gives and gives, and rewards you for your endurance.
Yesterday's walk was cooler, filled with wildflowers and wonderful moments we never expect but appreciate all the same.
When we arrived at the medieval bridge, I was aching to draw or paint. It's really hard for a pilgrim, but as an artist pilgrim, it's frustrating not to be able to stop for at least one or two drawings a day. The thing is how to keep handy the tools of the trade so you can get to them every few seconds as the marvels of the nature present themselves to you at a snails pace, yet still too fast to record when you need to rack up kilometers on foot.