Day 4: Larrasoaña to Zariquiegui (Wendy)

What a day! We started out early, headlamps on, around 7:00 am. We needed to stop in Pamplona for a few things, but wanted to stay somewhere on the other side of the city. After a bit of scrambling, we secured 4 beds in an albergue in a little town about 7 miles or so outside Pamplona. Seemed like a reasonable plan the night before.


Unfortunately, all the rough scrambling down into Zubiri the day before caught up with us. By Pamplona, Bob and I were both hobbling around in so much pain, him his feet, me my right knee, that we really were only able to focus on when we could take more ibuprofen. By the time we made in up the hill into Zariquiegui, we’d been walking for 10 hours. My knee was so swollen and painful, I was sure I was going to need to go back to Pamplona the next day to see a doctor. In the meantime, we enjoyed hanging out with two Irish brothers who are here celebrating the 60th birthday and retirement for one of them. Lots of retirement celebrations this time of year on the Camino.


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