Organic and natural.
Under the cloud is a conical shaped mountain which was seen on the horizon two days ago. As we walk around its base, Pamplona comes in view. My distinction is its neighboring town, Puenta la Reigna.
Yesterday we were in a fabulous gorge encircled by the rugged Pyrenees. In a day’s walk, we enter a valley encircled by rounded and more gentle mountains.
Double whammy.
Only one bar in town and it’s Monday, the typical closing day for Spanish shops.
No food to be had at any price. Sophie, Diego, and I empty our food bag of emergency stash. The combination is a Pilgrim’s feast.
The town’s Albergue lets us complementary use their facility.
Techies pilgrims. We navigate using satellite GPS on our devices. A “bird’s eye view” on an iPhone shows The Way.
Waters of Foz de Lumbuer.
The spectacular gorge of Foz de Lumbuer. Griffon and Egyptian Vultures ride on thermals in-and-out the 150-meters deep gorge.
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.
Linda Scandore 