Alto de Perdon with pilgrim sculpture. It's as cold as it looks.
A wayside saint offers Pat her protection.
The gorgeous little church, Eunate, which may have been a bastion of the Knights Templar.
The altar of Eunate.
Weathered gargoyles on the church.
The church sits in a field of mustard.
Que milagro! An open bar in Obanos on Sunday afternoon.
The first of many church steeples supervised by nesting storks.
Ancient 6-arch bridge over the Arga River outside Puente la Reina.
A welcome alternative to asphalt ...
... except when it rains.
Suzanne, unladen here by verdant spring, her poet's heart in budding flight.
One of many little towns on the way to Estella.
Small, empty city street in Cirauqui (still Sunday).
The Camino outside of Cirauqui uses part of an old Roman road.
Small church outside Estella.
Beautiful wood door on a home in Estella
The door is encrusted with metal ornaments
A municipal albergue in Estella
We arrive at a bodega (wine cellar) in Irache. Better than an ATM, free wine dispensed (BYOB).
"Creping up" in France.
Suzanne settles in for the ride from Bayonne to St. Jean.
Pat makes it to the train with 1 minute to spare.
The train station in St. Jean on a very slow Sunday.
Local scenery, killing time until the albergue opens at 4pm.
Suzanne poised for launch: "I am soooo ready!"
"Mme, may I suggest you lighten your pack?" (a helpful hint from an experienced registrar).
Jeanine rules the table at her albergue with an iron hand -- great food but NO seconds!
Margaret, our Canadian companion for two days, poses with us at the gate, beyond which lies the open road.
We pause at the foot of the Pyrenees.
After half a day approaching the Spanish border, we enter Basque country.
Don't be fooled. Like LA's I-5 Grapevine this "gentle" road will enlighten you on the condition of your radiator (and it was a hot day!)
Puerta de Ibaneta. Margaret signals her pleasure at having made it over the pass.
Our first Spanish sleepover: the albergue in Roncevalles.
Suzanne loves company (we have 100 roommates).
Laundry so soon? What a nice breeze today!
How far is 790 km?
Beautiful Basque countryside.
Suzanne, the carefree pilgrim, as yet undeterred by blisters.
This was our first picnic. It's dry!
Basque sheep waiting for calendar photographer to pass by.
Pamplona post office: we receive and send excess weight off again, this time to Leon.
Cizur Menor, a beautiful town outside Pamplona (in the far distance).
