Barcelona to Pamplona to Roncesvalles by bus, and then across the border to St. Jean Pied-de-Port by taxi – our last travel in motorized vehicles before beginning our journey on foot tomorrow.

St. Jean is a beautiful little town – although this is Basque country more than anything. We stayed in our first albergue – in the charming home of a total French cat lady with six cats, four dogs, and all kinds of very specific guidelines for guests. We ventured out to find some food, and ended up eating duck paté and drinking local wine overlooking the river. It was accidentally a very romantic date.



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