What a walk yesterday. We started with a walk out of Pamplona in the rain. We stopped in the next town for the best bocadillo, egg and the local caistorra, which tasted like the Polish sausage that my Dad made for breakfast.
We walked through wildflowers, woodlands along rushing streams and the uphill to 780 m (?) In the mud. And I do mean mud. At some point you just had to laugh.
We are leaving the hostel now. And Vicente walks with us only a little. He takes a bus to Pamplona. We will really miss him.