Day 3 June 7th 2013 Friday
Puento de la reina- Estella 22 Km
My mom wakes me up early in the morning and we leave together. The way is a little bit difficult, it goes up and down through vineyards and wheat fields.
The first village in our way is very quiet. It’s as if the village itself sleeps. This is because we walk very early in the morning. I find out that all the villages and small towns in the Basque Country look almost the same. There is stone pavement on the streets. The houses are made from light brown bricks and they are also partially painted in light brown. All the houses have flowerpots at their windows or on the balconies. I like the next town more, Ciraqui, it is like a citadel. We have to climb in order to reach the city center. We are searching for something to eat. It is 8 o’ clock in the morning and almost everything is still closed. We eventually find something to eat.
At some point, I see that some ants are crossing the camino. I stop again to gaze them, then a butterfly fascinates me and I follow it.
I arrive in Estella, a small town with 15,000 inhabitants. It smells weird at the beginning because there are a few plants, I don’t know for sure what they manufacture there. I call it a day at 2 pm because my legs are ‘out of service’. I use my last amounts of energy to go through the town and reach the albergue. I make sure that I don’t make a step more than it is necessary.
We sleep at Albergue Juvenil. And I like it very much. It is the first place where I can take a nap. It is enough silence because we are in a room with another 3 persons, a nice Hungarian couple and a Spanish guy.
When I thought that the fact that I am so tired is the worst that can happen, it starts raining and it gets worse…