I’m trying to remember the morning of Day 2, but it’s all some kind of fuzzy, sleepy haze. Funny, that.
I’m not normally one for churches. This place, though, was sweet and little and pretty. And also happened to have things to sit down on. I was, at this point, quite the fan of things to sit down on.
It wasn’t long after that before we really started coming out of the mountains and into a whole different kind of landscape:
Right next to what turned out to be the outskirts of Pamplona!
Pamplona was lovely. That is, by the time I’d gone past the hostel, gotten lost, gotten found again, backtracked, and fallen into bed exhausted at around, er, teatime.
After the obligatory couple of hours of post-walk unconsciousness, I managed to hobble my way to a pretty square for some foods. There is no better food than the food you have after walking for seven or so hours.