Day 6: Puente de la Reina to Estella

We woke a little late this morning after the craic (and the vino) last night but we were still on the road for quarter to 7. The party was still going strong in town when we stopped in for a take away cafe con leche. We are living for the coffee stops in the morning. It is actual mental. I don´t know if it´s a placebo effect or what but it really does wonders for the humour in the morning. We took it fairly slowly today and we met up with all the people who we thought we were miles ahead of; the Portugese cyclists, the two Nihon-jin, the Spanairds and the guy from Limerick. We really tore into the first week and to be honest, we are suffering a bit. We thought we were taking it easy but we weren´t really. It doesn´t matter how fast or slow you go, everyone gets there eventually. For us the early morning really is the best time to walk though, it is my favourite anyway. The dewfall, the quiet roads and the sunrise. It´s different everyday. Plus you get in before the heat really starts taking its toll and zapping you completely. It was mild today though, even a bit overcast and cloudy. We were delighted! Haha. People are really suffering with blisters here but thankfully we aren´t at all, there are a lot of needle and thread surgeries going on... Thank you Chris and my 17 euro socks!! Estalla is a lovely little town, very old, hilly, with churches that look like they are growing out of the rocks. Walking through town you get the sensation that people have been walking though it for centuries... For some reason, it gave me a sense of how old the Camino is and that we a part of the many, many people that have passed though it. Cooking in the hostel tonight and heading to bed early. Wrecked. It was really hot today.