And So Ends the First Day: St. Jean Pied de Port

I found a cafe and ordered a Basque burger. Doesn’t sound adventurous, I know, but what I know is once you step outside the bounds of standard fast food, a burger can be anything. This one had bacon and a sausage on top, something cheesy inside, and also something sweet. The beef was grass-fed, I could tell. I ate the sausage separately and put the bacon inside. Adding mayo was a mistake I won’t repeat. Maybe that was the something sweet.

I met a lovely woman and her daughter, no names again. They’re from Ireland. They’re walking to Orisson but sending their packs to Roncevalles. They’ll bus from Orisson to there. So might I, if my knee acts up too bad. Good Lord, and I thought I was in shape.

I told my dinner companions I would never usually eat so much at night, but I’d eaten almost nothing all day, and I was worried about trying to walk with my stores depleted, so to speak. I am sure breakfast will be nothing but starch.

My new friends kindly walked me back to the hotel. There seemed to be a choir rehearsal going on in the church. I wasn’t going to video, just record the audio, but my friend took a picture so I did too. However this hasn’t updated twice now, so I took the video out.

It was truly beautiful. I love men’s choirs. Here is my hostel. Back at the hostel I took a shower and put on tomorrow’s clothes, in which I will sleep. The view from the small courtyard was so beautiful, I have to share.