I have a crush on Pamplona.
Pamplona is seductive. In fact, the whole journey I’ve had nothing but good luck. People have helped me. Small dark men are courtly and helpful. My hotel is beautiful. I see swallows over tile roofs and hear peacocks calling at night and roosters in the morning.
And when I got to Pamplona, the whole city was engaged in a local Black and Red night, with concerts on every corner, and dancing in the street. You can’t describe it: a euphoria and a warm wind, everyone smiling.
Best of travel: a room with a view, travel luck stays strong, easy connections. I watch the stream of pilgrims go by and know I’ll be joining them tomorrow.
Worst of travel: traveling alone, there’s no one to watch the pack or carry my passport and money. I have to drag the pack into every bathroom. I used to give Scott my passport to carry. No more. I’m in the “training” stage of the journey where I have to constantly check my money belt, securing my phone, etc. Yes, I’m sometimes lonely, but I already feel captured by Spain… happy prisoner.
My room has a view over Roman and Navarro forts, to the hills, where I’ll head tomorrow. Buen Camino, Suzanne
5 thoughts on “Pamplona Unbound”
Looks beautiful and soul expanding. Looking forward to your next post.
Gee Suzanne I just saw you here in Santa Rosa and now you are in Pamplona! I share your love of that city since I read Hemingway almost 60 years ago. I am with you in spirit.
Wow ! You would love it here, great sense of modern art, and Amazing food too!
Euphoric dancing in the streets to the rhythm and cadence of the warm wind — sounds like a auspicious start to your journey! Onward and forward!….
Wow! What an epic start to your travels. I am with you in spirit – enjoy!