every day the navarra newspapers are all about the latest victims in pamplona´s running of the bulls or corrida battle of wills. at an estella cafe, eavesdropping over the shoulders of every man intently studying the details of yesterday´s ¨nut-goring¨ in its full cover photo glory, i detected a collective sigh of compassion and instinctive movement to protect the family jewels. given that it was his ¨hey diddle diddle¨that landed him in this precarious position in the first place, no doubt our man will have plenty of time in hospital to ponder the sheer stupidity of his so-called act of bravado. (no judgment here!!) at the very least, he will be the hands-down champion in any contest involving a show ´n tell of the best scar!
neither rain nor sleet nor apparently early morning hours can deter the party atmosphere at bodegas irache where a mere twist of the tap is all it takes to make red wine flow in the fountain. party on, pilgrims!
made it to the charming town of los arcos, a bit of a stretch but well worth it given their fantastic cookie cache. yes, i would walk a healthy 1000 km or so for serious cookies...and why not?!! a grrrl´s gotta live a little, non? mais zut alors!!
here is where i stop pushing south and retrace my steps north to pamplona where i will be boarding my train to barcie in a couple of days. hard to believe my camino is once again drawing to a close, but only for another adventure to pick up where this one leaves off! don´t want to think about it though, i want to savour every moment.
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