Hotel Agorreta Pamplona

... bien, fue como liberarme de un gran peso. Se acabo una incómoda incertidumbre para dar paso a otras muchas.<br><br>¿Cuál era el destino? ¿Cuándo partiría? ¿Cuánto tiempo estaría allí? ¿Cerca de Pekín? ¿Donde viviría? ¿Cómo será mi casa? ¿Compartiré piso? ¿En mi baño tendré retrete o un agujero en el suelo?<br><br>¿Tendría compañeros occidentales? ¿Españoles? ¿Cuál sería mi trabajo? Todo se me hacía a partir de ahora un mar de dudas ...

... tripping super hard. All my money and cards were in my wallet and I had absolutely nothing on me. I was stranded in Pamplona with no way of communicating with anyone! Eventually I went to the police station canceled all my cards garbbed my backpack and tried to figure out the situation. Luckily for me the people in Pamplona were amazing, super friendly and picked me up. I ran into a Spanish guy who I had been drinking with earlier in the night and ...

... some horses. If unsuccessful, the sword attempts continue for a while until successful or until the bull is weak enough that a be-legginged man can stab the bull in the back of the neck to kill it, for lack of a better word, quickly.<br><br>I know that there must be more to it than that, and like any spectator sport where one doesn't know the rules and the players etc one cannot appreciate a game to the same extent as those who enjoy it ...

We'll remember this stage for the amount of mud we accumulated in our legs. It was an awkward day, at least this stage was pretty easy but the beginning (a huge climb with a lot of mud).<br><br>We founded the main refuge in Estella newly renovated, clean, with all the facilities... a nice place where we met people from Italy, Germany and New Zealand , we decided to cook together a huge tipical spanish omelet!!! We also took a walk around beatiful Estella despite of the pain in our legs!<br>

Now i'm writting this resume after i've finished my pilgrimage, so I should warm all the people... this stage could be one of the hardest stages of the Camino, Pamplona is an incredible city with a lot of thigs to see and to do, but I had been before, that's why we did't spleep in ...

... and as spectacular as I had imagined it in my dreams earlier this morning. I have the Texican Whopper, which is a monstrosity of an object containing 2 pieces of meat, onion rings, cheese, bacon, and a taco inside. It is simply heaven in fat form. I had promised myself a few things before the trip began. One of them was to not shave, and another to not eat McDonalds. Thus, I have maintained my goal this ...

... finding this in Spain?! Esther joked that his family may be hard core Real Madrid (the rival soccer club) fans and take offense. It did turn out that Orión's family (well, at least his brother Ennio, and perhaps his dad Sebastián) are Real Madrid fans... Oops! Thankfully the gift was gracefully accepted on little Orión's behalf. The other point to make is not as amusing as a bit scary in the moment... I've come to discovered that Hernán was ...

... it was raining during the entire climb, and sections of the switchback were quite windy. Being such a grunt, however, I managed to stay warm with just my long sleeved riding shirt. After one particularly cold and windy stretch, I rounded a bend and the summit came into view. ¡Oh, San Salvador! El Puerto de Ibañeta has a tiny church with a gigantic cross next to it. Sidewalls of the church are composed of unimpressive dull coloured glass shards. Sneaking around the ...

... where they use it as a "consigna", or lockers for bags. It took us about an hour to actually find this place, and then probably another hour and a half to wait in the line. Strangely enough we ran into the guys we met in Paris in the line, who would´ve thought. We said our hello, then they went on their way. We met some other interesting people in line, mostly the guys in front of us who spoke very little english but insisted on making us the ...

... to find a spot on top of some chairs. The fireworks went off, and the runners were going. Thirty seconds later, the second firework went off. The bulls were out. The real men run with the bulls an arms length away. These are generally Spanish who have been up drinking all night, the rest are pussys who run !!!!! As the majority of runners had gone past with the bulls, one bull got left behind, so did a couple of runners. Bulls are at their most dangerous when ...