Days walked: 3
Kilometres walked: 49
Kilometers to Santiago: 726 (don't do the maths - the signs and distances are elastic and will do your head in)
Blisters: 1 heel (Ady) 1 thumb (me) and a corn which is stable (Anne)
Collective mood: We are still friends
Life lesson: Downhill is not always the easiest path
We walked 22km from the historic monastery of Roncesvalles to Zubiri. We had hoped to walk further but when we arrived we knew we needed to stay. The highlight of today was a light wooded path known as the Sorginaritzaga Forest or Oakwood of witches, a witches coven in the 16th century. It had a really good feeling to it - of restfulness, peace and beauty.
When it arrives unannounced, sudden,
There is no compromise, no discussion.
This is no democracy.
Memories of mottled light dancing down forest paths,
of birds rejoicing and butterflies frolicking in the sun as we walk in unison,
are forgotten in a haze of fogginess.
The sight of animals unapologetic in their affections,
the taste of crunchy lettuce rolls. Jokes with foreigners and solemn memorials are all wrapped up in its pervasiveness.
When the veil descends the call becomes louder and louder, until I am defeated.