So after the debacle of the ugly Americans I had the occasion to hear what others from different countries had to say and it was not a flattering account of our country. Nonetheless it’s over, done, and perhaps grace will prevail.
Today’s journey was again difficult, but not as difficult. We left France and crossed over the border in to Spain. Here I am trying to leap for Joy at the frontier.
We were told the roads would be rolling hills, but they seemed to be more steady climbs and descents. The last two miles into Zubiri were described as “treacherous” and that is very accurate.
It was a very steep down hill on a path strewn with big rocks. It was painful to the feet and the rocks could be slippery. But if we had had a cafeteria tray we might have been able to slide down. Or it might be a good place to install a zip line.
After all that we did make it into Zubiri and our hotel was very nice.
This house was built in 1677 and the oak floors are original. We finally had a very good night’s sleep.
But before that we went out in search of dinner and met up with our new friends Gunny & Antone from Holland. We had a great dinner together. Sadly as we compared schedules and hotels we probably won’t see each other for the rest of the Camino. But we have pledged to try and stay in contact.