Logroño, Spain
I´ve been travelling since last Wednesday, walking since Thursday morning. I have walked through the lush, green pasture lands in the foothills of the French Pyrennies, the high barren commonages straddling the border of France and Spain inhabited only by wild crocus flowers and wild Cantabrian horses. I have decended down the steep woodland forests into Roncevalles and into Zubiri, before escaping out of the woodland and into the ancient walled city of Pamplona...
