The White Cross of Roncesvalles guarding pilgrims against the forces of evil.
Glorious day of walking starting in a mystical mist through a birch forest. Found a sign at the end explaining it had been the favoured place for Convents...until the Inquisition burnt nine witches at the stake. But people in the area still find it spooky.
As the Sun rose the landscape turned clear and sharp against a backdrop of blue sky.
My albergue in Zubiri. That top balcony had great views back to the bridge so I could watch for the approach of fellow pilgrims
The joy of having all my filthy clothes washed and tumble dried.
The view... All for 16 Euros
Posted from Lee Shipley's phone
"A journey of a thousand miles starts with one step" --Chinese philosopher Laozi. Likewise epics can be built out of tiny scribblings. In early 2012, I wandered Europe writing posts on what I found interesting for friends. By the end I had written the equivalent of a 1000-page book. My readers had journeyed with me and so did not ask: "how was it?" Instead we discussed what it meant. I continue scribbling. Mastodon
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
My Way: day two begins a bit haunted
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