In France 2nd Christmas Day is not celebrated. Is basically a normal working day, although many people don’t work today, because it just happens to be a Friday. Fortunately there is little traffic while I have to walk alone again and have to control everything with my 2 hands. Unfortunately my friend Constance is back 

Good Christmas wishes to everyone who reads this. The text messages do come in, but I can not send text messages. Especially JH & B and Desie / Yvonne and Marietje / T thanks for your SMS. I have not yet read the reactions to my blog. Breakfast table with our landlady Pierrette Bats. Her 

After a pleasant evening with Constance, Rudy, Bass and me with good food and drinking and discussion and stories we went to bed without having had much time for my blog. This morning some filming, among others, the departure of Constance, me and the two animals. We tried to find our way further north in 

  Upon departure half the convent was watching us to say goodbye. The nuns had never experienced a horse staying overnight in their nunnery . Leon did not disappoint them . Actually, I did not have to pay, because I walked for a good cause , viz. Mama Alice , but I still paid the 

Breakfast with Nadine and George  Con with butter press Butter press without Con. Looks like growing grass. The nice Roman style Chapelle de Sunarthe Cemetery of little church of Andrein. Here we meet cineasts Rudy and Bas Preparing for the future: lunch on top of a  tomb stone instead of underneath I left the horse 

Last night our landlady called everywhere to find a place for us in Sauveterre- – Béarn, 24 km. away from here. All in vain. Finally, we could book something in Guinarthe, which is 3 km. before Sauveterre. Not a word about the animals, because mentioning it implies a straight no answer in advance. Yesterday evening 

At 5:30 people started getting up, the freaks. Many start their pilgrimage to Santiago here. That means immediately kilometers uphill on steep, muddy trails in the mist and fog. An Irish man with long matted braids, had come hitch hiking from Ireland, through Wales, England and France, to continue now approximately 700 km. walking to 

A snorer, who also talked while sleeping, rejoyced our night. Because once again there was no heating, Jan and I hung our clean washed underwear on the piece of a ventilation pipe that protruded from the wall and that blew fresh air into the dormitory. See picture. drying underpants on hot air vent pipe in 

The landlord takes me to the meadow of Leon by car. I ask where in the village I can buy “pienso”, dogfood. But the son of the hospess is a butcher and he daily feeds waste meat to all those 25 locked up hunting dogs! Take 4 chicken carcasses with you , he says. That’ll 

Today it has rained all day. In Pamplona, ​​we were going wrong a little bit, but Jan managed to correct quickly. We walked across the drawbridge of the city and a score of photographers shot pictures. I asked 10 E, but got nothing except a laugh. In the suburbs, a helpful Spaniard guided us a