|Sunset, Pamplona 12 September 2010|
|Puente de la Reina|
Note: The hymn is "Lord, you have come to the seashore...Pescador de hombres" Here's a link:
There is such a mix of languages -- the French man who wears a kilt (and wore a skirt yesterday evening) is here again tonight. The Italian man who would hardly speak to me when I met him on the road out of Pamplona, now looks glad to see him and says a few words in English. He is from Sardinia. He is traveling by himself. I also met an interesting woman, Gail, from Massachusetts, who is walking for 40 days. I suspect I am going to be ahead of her by tomorrow, though. We talked in a churchyard yesterday afternoon, and exchanged life stories (in brief) and she gave me a crystal.
|Outside of Criauqui|
The last 4 km into Logrono were quite miserable, and those last 4 km always seem the longest of the day. I walked about 28 km today, which was the most I´ve done this trip so far. Tomorrow will be another long day. A dog followed me and a couple of other walkers from Viana, and he came close to death several times as we crossed a busy highway. I managed to get the security guard at a big factory on the road to keep the dog. It took a lot of doing to try to explain that he was not my dog, and would he please hold him. Finally, he understood and said he would call the police, and then let the dog into his office space. Whew! A woman from Japan stayed on the other side of the road, watching to make sure he would be all right. A Spanish man, who in retrospect could have explained the situation, just continued on his way, paying no attention. I am in a new private albergue here, but I don´t think it is any better than the less expensive parochial or municipal albergues. There are clothes drying racks outside, that may not be moved under any circumstances, even though there is room inside the hostel. So, of course no one can use them, and there are signs everywhere saying ¨NO¨¨ to hanging clothes on the radiators. Of course today everyone´s clothes are all wet. I thought this would be a step up from the crowded municipal albergues, but apparently not. I guess this would have been a night to have sprung for a hotel. I am going out soon to talk around the town. It has stopped raining for the moment. I have met many wonderful people along the way. More stories that will have to wait. I am buying time on this computer at an odd little shop down the street, and the connection is so slow that I haven´t been able to reply to any of my gmail messages.
|Sunrise, leaving Najera 18 September 2010|