|Setting off from Vitoria|
We stopped in the quaint village of Acedo to walk around, talk with people and, of course, use los servicios.
The chapel was ancient. We wanted to know more. Locals we talked to couldn't tell us how old. They did tell us about el palacio built around the original torreón.
A strange thing happened. A bearded gentleman answered our knock, came out shook a tablecloth and out flew a bird! ¡Magia! he said, then told us that the bird had flown in the house. We told him what we wanted to know. He said if we waited a minute he'd be back to talk with us. The minutes went by and we had to leave. (Did he not know either?)
We went on to Estella, the town near our destination, and stopped for lunch.
I had just one dish and that was more than sufficient.
I walked around the church in the center of the plaza, fascinated by the different doors. According to the signs, Adoración Nocturna (Evening Worship) happens monthly, enter by the side door, I assume.
Talking with one lady I became well aware of the different opinions in Navarra, the province that is not officially part of the Autonomous Community of the Basque Country. Many, if not most, do not consider themselves Basque, though the NW border region is mostly Basque speaking and historically it was originally conquered by vascones.
We arrived at our destination for the night in time to settle in to the very nice camp facilities of Seven Oaks Camp--make beds, take a nap, or swim in the nearby stream before the cyclists arrived.
|Zaspi Haritzak--Seven Oaks Camp|
|The road to Estella|
|Great dinner and conversation|