8:30pm – Puente La Reina [Bas., Gares]
It is Friday, or so I am told. We are at the Ritz Carlton of albergues. It’s usually a hotel with a hostel on the lowest level, placed behind the kitchen. Internet is only 1€/30min, so we were able to contact a few folks back home. Laura was thankfully on gChat, out first time “talking” in days. Mateo and I then take naps, then hustle into town to find a cash machine, a restaurante, and a pay phone, but all we find is a grocer, where we buy chips, bread, peach/grape juice, and jamón. We march back to the albergue, eat out foods and then watch the Spanish news equivalent to CNN.
There was a ETA bombing in Bilbao today, which is slightly scary, given that we had considered taking el camino del norte, or Northern Pass of the Camino, through the towns and cities like Bilbao and San Sebastián [Bas., Donostia]. Besides the Basque bar in Pamplona and nearly all signs in both Euskara and Spanish in Navarra, we haven’t seen too much out of sorts.