Maura woke me up at 5 this morning, I was glued to the bed didn´t know what was going on but I rolled out of bed anway thinking "Oh God, again? Do we really have to go walking again? For 3 and a half weeks more?" and my day pretty much continued along the same vein! We went walking with Helia, our French Canadian friend and most of the morning was through the woods. I was knackered but the girls were in good form. We stopped for a cafe con leche and on the way met Sonia and the four of us walked on to Pamplona, the city famous for the running of the bulls. We left the girls, who wanted to head on, so we did a bit of exploring, ate bad paella but delicious dulce de leche ice-cream, I bought a €20 phone and we got shampoo, which was very exciting since we had been washing our hair with shower gel for since we arrived. Better than another girl we met though, who was using the soap she used to wash clothes! Not overly impressed with Pamplona (probably because of the bad paella) we decided to walk on the Cizur Menor, a little town about 2km away. It was along the road but there were fields of sunflowers either side so it was quite nice. We stayed in a little hostel run by the Order of Malta and then we heard there was a public pool in the town so we bolted over there and spent the evening stretched out on the grass with a million Spanish kids and their mammies and daddies. It was nice to be in the middle of them though. Maura´s "pecas" (freckles) are getting a lot of attention, it is pretty funny though :) We are just SO white compared to everyone else. We went for our peregrino meal after that and hit a little thunder and lightening storm on the way back so we ran (painfully) for home!
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