Najera
Lovely little town nestled in red, cave speckled rocks, almost southwest feeling. It is a very old town, at least a thousand years. We got the top floor of a tiny hotel, 8 beds, one bath, one room. Tons of dormer windows, at least 6, with views out on ancient rooftops, the kind that great, great, great, great, great, great-granpappy put up hisself. We picked up a hitch-hiker, Jota, who is travelling for a week or so on the Camino for vacation. He has a mountain bike too, but the first day he tried the trail, he got two flats, so was hesitant to travel alone. He is pretty great, and a real help to Ann with all the communication help we are. I must learn more Spanish! On the road a week, and we've done about 138 miles. Should be able to get about halfway at this rate before we have to head back. We are thinking of a spring return for the finale, but we will see.

David Russell