Day 6 -Where the wind and the stars meet

So we finally had to drag ourselves away from being pampered in Pamplona and get back into the hard work of the Camino and .. arising early, found ourselves walking the empty streets that was until we joined the Camino proper and the Pilgrim flow as we all filed through the beautiful parks and finally out of the city and into scattered wheatfields . We couldn't wait for our first grande cafe con leche of the morning @ Cizur Menor.
It was a steady day with a nice breeze keeping us cool but it was on this rocky path that a Camino Lesson was taught

REFLECTION 4:
Alway listen, i really mean listen to what your body is telling you

And so it was that I encountered my first blister right on the sole of my foot ,the one which I pound every day. I had been ignoring some infrequent pain on that foot for a little while having put it down to a crinkle in my sock which i would sort at next planned stop...bad move. So I finally gave into my body and sat under a tree in the most amazing landscape to discover the horror of my fist blister...and a greater horrer..I had one before Anita (she did though discover a small toe blister of her own at the end of the day).
So with some initial repairs in line with our theology of blisters ( yes it is a bit like religion ...many promoting their dogma with an evangelical ferver☺) we soldiered on ever upward to the highlight of the day, Alto de pedron withs its huge array of wind turbines (you feel a little like Don Quiote at their base) and a Camino highlight of the pilgrims sculpture.There is an  inscription on them which reads “donde se cruza el camino del viento con etithetel de las estrell.-as” which in English means “where the path of the wind crosses that of the stars”.
The wind was blowing a gale on the Alto so after many pics and a moment savouring a place we had dreamt at being at...we headed off down a very rocky pathway as the temp climbed towards forecast 30deg. Walking through rolling hills painted by wheatfields my mind went to the haunting scene in the gladiator as Julious Maximus? floated across spanish fields as he hovered between life and death...cue the music!
So as always those last few km's seem the longest as the river of pilgrims walk through deserted streets during the heat of siesta time..but we finally made it to Puenta le Reina...for a shower, clothes washing, photo backups and a late dinner( normal for the spanish)  before catching up on blog posts and other coms. So 90 kms down...and 710kms to go..at least we are over 10% of the way and "the way" is proving to be so much more than we could ever had dreamt of...clearly the Camino has more to teach us!

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