The spectacular gorge of Foz de Lumbuer. Long ago tunnels were cut through the gorge for a rail road and the tracks have since been removed.
Where the grits?
Diego. That makes two Americans on the Arles Camino. He has joined Sophie and I walking.
We’ve got all the bases covered…Spanish, French, and English.
Sunday…it is good to give thanks during mass.
I walk in the good company of a French woman, Sophie. She says, “Pilgrims must prepare their feet each morning like dancers.” How true as I continue to wrap my feet in athletic tape.
Sangüesa is filled with music. A dozen people sat at an outdoor café singing in perfect harmony to the guitar melody.
As with any man-made reservoir, some towns profited while other towns were destroyed by its recent creation.
Ruesta was an important medieval village. In 1959, the town was formally abandoned.
Today the streets are filled with ruined houses and the church is closed; but, the bar and Gîte are open to serve pilgrims.
The landscape is described as a “lunar surface” with these upheavals of white.
Is there any question The Walk was worth the effort? With 28 residents, could the pilgrims out number the locals?
The spectacular gorge of Foz de Lumbuer. Griffon and Egyptian Vultures ride on thermals in-and-out the 150-meters deep gorge.
After hours of winding in-and-out of the woods between the river and the road, the final 4km of today’s walk climbed high up a narrow path in the heat of the afternoon. I was drenched with sweat. I arrived at the Gîte to be welcomed by the volunteer host with the coldest slice of watermelon!
Linda Scandore 