Nestled so close to the French border that you can practically hear the baguettes baking, there’s a little hamlet called Roncesvalles. Or, if you’re feeling linguistically adventurous, Orreaga—because why say anything in one language when you can say it in two and sound more cultured? This tiny place is the first stop for pilgrims heading […]
So there we were, standing across from our designated rendezvous point near the town church, ready to meet our host, Jean Leon. Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m not exactly fluent in French. Sure, I took a couple of years of it in high school, but let’s just say my grasp of the […]
The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry – and so it was with our attempt to catch a bus from Pamplona to Saint Jean Pied de Port. Imagine our dismay when we arrived at the bus stop, only to find every seat spoken for. But fear not, dear reader, for where there’s […]