After two full travel days I arrived in St. Jean Pied de Port aka St Jean at the foot of the hill.
I was taken aback by the large number “older” pilgrims — I’m also in my upper middle age — they’re everywhere!
They come from various countries and backgrounds. This photo shows the anxiety caused by a late bus in Bayonne, FR.
Eventually, and just a little wet I found my hostel in St Jean:
Dead tired, I fell asleep alone and awoke the next morning with four roommates–all German. Today I shared breakfast with Canadians, Swedes, Germans and Irish. It’s a virtual United Nations along “The Way”.
The streets were crawling with pilgrims at 7:30 am:
It seemed impossible to get lost or misdirected, yet I did. Only off by a few blocks I soon got my “sea legs” and headed into the countryside. I choose not to take the path through the Pyrenees due to cold, wind, snow and a saturating fog:
This is sheep and cow country too — many carry bells:
And now I wander: