I got into Pamplona yesterday with Heinrich at about 8am. The morning was sunny and beautiful and the city was barely stirring. With the chance of getting coffee and breakfast before 9am nearly nil, we decided to walk the streets and plazas of this magnificent old city. There is so much to see in Pamplona, but no visit should exclude the Plaza de Toros, especially close to San Fermin, the annual festival made famous by the running of the bulls which starts on July 6, the day I leave the city.
I found an albergue by the cathedral at 10am, but was given no chance of a second night due to San Fermin. With everything booked up across the city in anticipation of the predicted 2 million plus visitors, one albergue on the edge of the city, that does not take reservations, offered me hope if I could be there by 10am the next morning. So after a good night’s rest, I headed out to find the lone albergue with available beds, burdened with the fear of sleeping in the streets to catch my train the following day. Thankfully, I was actually the first to arrive and consequently was virtually guaranteed a bed for the night. Which is why I am lying around in the cool grass shaded by the bull fighting ring, reading what else but Hemingway’s “The Sun Also Rises”.
In the end, I couldn’t find a massage or a pedicure, but I did find a couple of bars with crazy delicious pinchos and I have a ticket for tomorrow’s train to Madrid to meet my beautiful family, so I’m feeling pretty blessed. I hope the same is true for you!
I expect my last post to be a simple picture confirming that the Cox family has once again been reunited.
If you have received any value from these blogs, it was a completely unexpected bonus. For the real value has been for me personally as I’ve sat around processing each day by writing, thinking, remembering and laughing about both the beauty and absurdity in life.