Two years ago today, I was walking the Camino Frances. While on the trail, I didn’t really post all that often; therefore, for the next 38 days, I will be posting a little blurb from my journal and up to 10 photos (not necessarily the best pictures but more that they represent that day in some particular way). Today is day 5 – April 25th. Pamplona to Cizur Menor

Another beautiful morning – so far luck has been on our side. …We were off to explore Pamplona. Found a covered market with fruits, vegetables, fish, cheeses, pastries, etc. Went into a few churches, one of which a Dominican priest showed us where St. Francisco Xavier’s grandparents were buried in the church’s floor. [Dude was one of the founders of the Jesuits] …

Robin and I had café con leche with churros and chocolate for breakfast. Was yum. Added my extra chocolate to the coffee… Then we had lunch at a bar restaurant where we tried pinxos, kind of like tapas. I had tortilla and ½ a cured ham and cheese sandwich. Back at the albergue (closed 8:30 to noon), we got our bags out of the lockers and headed off about 2pm.

Was honked at by a truck driver. …

Afternoon was spent doing laundry, internet, and exploring the nothingness that is Cizur Menor. Checked out the two options for dinner – chose the place closest to the hostel despite bar guy being a little too friendly towards me. Why am I always attractive to middle-aged and old men?! …

Thirteen others in the room, co-ed. I am writing this at 9:45 using the red light on my headlamp, surrounded by half-naked unattractive European men. Joy.