Bilbao on the Camino

This was my longest day yet. 35 km and much of it downhill.


The Camino del Norte is better for me because it allows me the option to be with others, or to be alone. As I walk alone, I’ve been listening to Don Quixote de La Mancha and laughing out loud. Seeing the windmills this morning made me wish for my Rocinante.

And arriving into Bilbao, the hospitalero (volunteer at the hostel) was rocking some local music:

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