Arrived! 

Left on June 17th —-Saint Jean to Roncaexaux

Hellishly difficult! Some parts felt weirdly easy, but other parts felt like a nightmare…sun spots and uphill, and when they combined=lethal.  Besides that, the views = unbelievable. Low down fog, like you were in heaven and lots of horses, and cows with old-fashion bells that jangled, and free-range sheep.  Took me 9 hours roundabout. Left at 6:15 —arrived at 3pm. Arrived like a zombie; barely hanging on. But even still, it was doable. Arrived at giant church hostel with 300 beds. 12 euro. Talked to an American man inside from Minneapolis and said I was a “rockstar” because he had to complete that trip in two days—he couldn’t make it in one go. Gave me encouragement for my fitness level.  The American man said he was making the trip because he felt “empty inside”. So many interesting reasons why people do such a thing. Another girl was doing it as she’d just been divorced. 

Town I wish I stayed: Orrion, Orrias? So pretty.