Day 5: Estella, 21.9 km


Today was interesting. We passed the first 100km mark. It rained for the first time. And we got “lost” for the first time. It wasn’t that long of a day, but it was hard, and everyone we talked too agreed. No one really knows why. Perhaps it the first week wall everyone talks about, where eventually it’s just hard for no apparent reason. But then you break through to the other side and things get easier. Here’s to hoping! But, at least there’s a sense that everyone else is right there struggling too.

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Day 4: Puente La Reina, 23.8 km


We woke this morning  at 6am, because Aoife couldn’t find her alarm which was going off. Though 6am seems to be somewhat the norm, as someone is usually getting up around then. After a quick breakfast, we head out by 7. This is primarily, the beat the afternoon heat, and 7am is first light. I felt stronger today and the first 10km breezed by as we left Pamplona and headed towards the rolling green hills, punctuated by the neon swatches of canola plants. 

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