Oh, the pain. Oh, Pamplona!
On day three, the physical chore of doing the same thing another ten times over occupied me rather relentlessly – until we entered the gates of fabulous Pamplona! Sturck dumb by its beauty and utterly enchanted by its EXCELLENT municipal auberge, Pamplona is when we decided, for better or for worse, we were finishing this hike. Without skipping steps. No matter what it took. (It would take a lot).
It was also in Pamplona that routine started taking shape; get a bed, take a shower, wash the socks, tend the feet, find Kimu some candy… Rinse. Repeat.
Check out the letter I sent to Scott this day.