Walking today from Roncevalles to Zubiri on remnants of a Roman road, where Roland was attacked by the Basques after sacking Pamplona with his uncle Charlemagne in 778, we listened for the sound of his horn in the woods calling to his uncle for help. Alas, Roland and the entire rear guard was lost in Charlemagne’s only defeat.
Nothing so dramatic unfolded for us as we forced our sore walking muscles into action for day two and another 21 kilometers. Coming down the last slope into Zubiri, my unprofessional opinion was of ancient cartwheel ruts in the stone pathway ahead.
After a nice meal at the aubuerge Susiea, we searched for our bunks with the youthful crowd upstairs. Hasta manana, and on to Pamplona.