Appropriately enough perhaps, the words "I stayed up all night to get lucky" rang out on the radio as the bus winded into the mists of the Pyrenees towards our beginning point of St. Jean Pied de Port, France. Our "luck" though, would encompass not getting hit by a car, not missing a turn, and not pulling a muscle this first day of hiking. More than once up the mountain we saw struggling pilgrims going towards Pamplona, the very town we were leaving this morning. Imagine driving one way just to walk back that same way in just a few days! Nevertheless, we made the journey and found our starting point... Up, and up, and up some more. The views, spectacular. The climb, not that bad for us mountain folk who have been practicing (now that it's over).
My lesson for the day? One step at a time my friends, one step at a time. If we take too big of a bite, there's no shame in spitting a little out. Well, spit it out in private, but small bites are much better. You get the point.
It's freezing here at the top of the Pyrenees, so I'm done for the day. I also have texts from my students coming in. Working in France? It seems those teenagers can find me anywhere!
My lesson for the day? One step at a time my friends, one step at a time. If we take too big of a bite, there's no shame in spitting a little out. Well, spit it out in private, but small bites are much better. You get the point.
It's freezing here at the top of the Pyrenees, so I'm done for the day. I also have texts from my students coming in. Working in France? It seems those teenagers can find me anywhere!