Roncesvalles to Zubiri

After this day we were too undone to even eat. We’d left Roncesvalles late and walked the Camino path through picture postcard towns. But as the day ended the path became harder and harder until at end I was picking my way down a steep shale path in the dark with my headlamp on. Mary Jo had walked ahead to secure our beds. She came back for me just as I finished the path. We fell into our beds at our pilgrim hostal, trying not to wake our roommate. Two lessons learned. Never, ever, start late. Sometimes the trail really sucks.