Lamb Chop, Incorporated.
The “chocolate dipped” lamb squeezes into the feeding station.
People pasted along The Way today.
What a contrasts!
Before a proper bridge was built, the river Aragón was crossed using stepping stones at three different heights according to the level of the river.
No French baguette for lunch. Today’s short walk allowed me to enjoy tapas and fine Spanish wine for lunch.
The snow capped Pyrénées seen in the horizon are such a contrast to the summer heat in Jaca.
Snow melt from the Pyrénées.
Melted pilgrim.
The Way through the Pyrénées is through a gourge. The Way is never far from the highway N330.
An old friend..the yellow arrow marking The Way through Spain.
Yesterday up.
Today down.
What’s at the top?
An artistic metal pilgrim…
My lodging Refuge Aysa…
My clean clothes drying…
Just ask me how I feel!
PS
I’m the solo pilgrim, who saw NO ONE on three-hour mountain pass, through the wilderness. So unlike the Saint Jean Pied de Port crossing of two years ago where you followed a line of pilgrims into Spain.
The unexpected…
Sunrise blue sky after last night’s BLACK sky.
Dry athletic tape at mid-day having totally soaked my shoes the first ten-minutes of a ten-hour day. I actually wrung out the socks and inner soles.
A sod roof blooming.
Linda Scandore 