NH El Toro Berrioplano

... en cuenta para aceptar la beca. Así que bueno después de hablar con ella me tocaba enfrentarme a lo más difícil de la beca: Convencer a mi padre para que me apoyara.




Cogí el teléfono y se lo dije. Claro que él puso todos los impedimentos que estaban a su alcance, en plan… - la familia, lejos de los amigos, es un país peligroso (aunque en mi vida me he sentido más seguro que allí),tu abuela esta mayor ...

... become slightly unsure... I want to meet people on the camino and have deep conversations such as we had, but i also really, really want most of my walking time to be solitary, so as to push me towards real contemplation, towards the end of my rope, basically!

At the first, very cute hamlet I encouraged him and TIm to keep on, as I needed to do something about my blister. I put more and more bandaids on it, and then turned into the cafe for something to eat ...

This stage has no difficulties, the landscapes begin to change, we left the woods behind us and we begin to see beatiful fields til we reach our destination.

In Los Arcos I don't recommend the main refuge... when we were there we saw lots of bugs, an unpleasant smell, a small kitchen... the village is not very impressive but the main church (worth to see)

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).

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!

... a who's quite an artist and who does a wonderful on-site sketch on my hat. So thankful for that, amigo peregrino! Now, due to our detour, we don't arrive at the refuge until half past seven which is absolutely the latest by far up until now. Showering in a hurry and limping to the restaurant to get something between our teeth. Tonight I'm sleeping in a room with five other girls. Nice. Definitely prefer that over the 120-pilgrim-snoring-monster-hall. Wow ...

... V: French French French French French.... P: We locked our KEYS in our HOTEL ROOM (slower this time) V: French French French French French... P: DO YOU SPEAK ENGLISH PLEASE? V: No, tu? P: What? Yes of course I speak English! Nevermind. Merci. Bon Soir. V: Eh...no English.... P: Uh huh. Ok. Merci. Bon Soir. c. Drunk French people are much friendlier than sober ones (although that isn't hard). Sometimes, they will even translate your emergency into the generic ...

... me feel sick to my stomach, so I downed the drink and left all but two bites of the meat dish. Just thinking about it now makes me regret the order. I'm back in the room about ten minutes after Janice ... and we all get ready for bed, watch some Spanish TV highlights of San Fermin ... some more business calls and emails for me ... and then, SLEEP. This was a LLOOOONNNG day. Tomorrow, we plan to sleep long and hard (right up to our noon checkout if possible), and then we will tour the Guggenheim.

... vestlendinger gikk det relativt bra, og vi kan ikke klage over verre skader enn smerter under beina og lilletaer som er forvandlet til blemmer. Humoret er fortsatt paa topp og vi hadde en hyggeleg fellesmiddag i gaar kveld. De to portugiserene maa gi seg i dag, for de skal hjem paa jobb. Synd for de har blitt veldig gode venner. Kommer nok til aa holde kontakten. Bilder maa desverre komme senere - faar ikke brukse maskinen til aa laste ut. Snakkes underveis.

... to the safety of a seat to watch the crazy buggers get destroyed! The girls managed to spot us from up in the crowd and came down to see us at the end and we headed back to the camping ground, knackered, relieved but stoked that we had done it.... We had braved the bulls unscathed! The rest of the time was one big party, catching up with people we hadn't seen since London! BBQ dinners, lunches and many beers were downed! Great time had by all!!

... my table manners. Napkin on stride and this time dedicating my full attention to the task in hand, I inspected the perfectly amassed corn flour, the secret behind it being the addition of warm water little by little to the flour and once mixed letting the mass breathe on a damp cloth for half an hour. I loved preparing them with my cousin in our amoma's kitchen; we were the ones in charge of pinching the dough and making little balls with it ...