Day 5

Woke at the now usual 5:00am to gather Holland Lydia by the ice cream shop leaving
Belgium Jeremy, Seattle Isabel, Quebec Alice, Quebec Lawrence sleeping and maybe drunk in Pamplona after
An afternoon of picnics, piercings, peeing on plaza walls, and coffee gelato.
Now walking with 2 Lydias, 1 Eric is quieter, slower, sadder? Better?
Tonight we're sleeping in Mona's apartment because she found us on the street, knew English, and needed the money.
The apartment smells like clean laundry, dinner we cooked, 2 twin beds we're planning to push together because we feel like friends and not quite lovers.
Tomorrow is 20 miles, 1 new mop handle walking stick, and several prayers for downhill knees.

Day 3

Mary kicked us out at 7:15. French breakfast is bread and coffee.
We climbed the Napoleon way. Which is French hills and country
and hills. We stormed past other "pelegrinos" at a pit-stained pace
but didn't meet any until we slowed. Lawrence, Isabel, Alice, Jeremy, Lydia, Pipi.
Quebec, Seattle, Holland, Belgium, Tulsa, Denmark. All today.
Downhill trekking is hard on the knees. We're hoping twelve hours
of sleep will be our reprieve.

We love you all, but can't say we miss you (yet).

Day 2

Slept 18:20 PM - 9:51 AM. €30 breakfast mistake.

Failed bus stop to next bus stop to Bayonne Gane to St. Jean Pied de Port we can't pronounce.

Chased Indiana backpack friends to find a place to sleep. Found a Manchurian elder as a bunk mate.

French sunset but feisty Mary will have our hides in three languages if we don't "lights out" in 14 minutes. Tonight we sleep separate, with the elder we've code-named "Kim."

Tomorrow we climb. 

detroit -> amsterdam -> lyon -> biarritz

economy seats, hours, over-priced
airport parfaits before our first
foreign sleep.