Roncesvalles to Zubiri

Day two-Wednesday. We awoke early to the sound of pilgrims packing up and milling around at 6am.  It was still dark outside and raining, where were people going?! We packed up and left our bags by our bunks to go in search of breakfast while we waited for the sun to come up.  

After cafe con leche and pan (bread) we made it back to our stuff as the 8am bell was ringing-apparently the signal to be completely out of the albergue.  How we managed to get yelled at two days in a row (before for being early and now for being late) is a mystery that illustrates that we do not have our act together yet as pilgrims.

We headed out at a fast pace and took in the beauty of the countryside.  We anticipated it being a much easier day than the one before, but the ups and downs of the trail had it´s own difficulty.



Jess soon found that her hot spots on her feet were turning into ampollas (blisters), a pilgrim´s worst nightmare.  We tried to press on faster to get to town, but later found that to be a mistake once we saw the damage.

Once in town we showered and sat by the river after doing some much needed yoga.  

After a nap we ran into our friends Mark and Marcela from the day before.  We enjoyed some San Miguel on the Roman bridge with our friends and soaked up the last light of the day.  After another pilgrim´s menu dinner we collapsed into bed for another night of non-restful, snoring filled sleep.