As we got into Roncevalles from Saint Jean I was dead I threw up around three times, for what Fern says because I wasn’t taking care of myself. I guess she could be right sometimes. But that walk through those mountains made me feel I was walking through clouds and that I was finally conquering the Camino. When I entered Spain I felt a sense of security that I did not have in France. I don’t speak French, I speak English and Spanish; that’s what I’m comfortable with and I was excited to be comfortable again. As we entered Roncevalles we stayed at this huge dormitory with around 250 people. This was the day were we saw Bill the man the myth the Legend. We told him about all the things we had happened to us. But classic Bill he already knew about all we were going to tell him. Not because he’s psychic but because Aidan, Caroline, and I didn’t read his blog post. We blew our cover we had to start paying attention to where am I post and reading blogs. As we finished speaking to Bill we decided to go to sleep and get the rest my body needed. In the morning we were ready to destroy miles of this Camino. It was a beautiful morning the sun was just rising over the Pyrenees mountains we previous climbed. The sky was a beautiful tint of pink, yellow, and orange. Those are perfect walking conditions. As we walked I decided I wanted to walk a head a bit and just get away from people. I needed that. That walk to Zubiri was I would say the easiest walk so far of the Camino, so me Fern, Aidan, Caroline, and Colin said “fuck it. Pamplona or die” so that’s what we did we started to walk 45K around 28 miles and 12 hours straight of walking. As we started the walk from Zubiri to Pamplona I noticed my energy had gone up, I was ready for this stupid endeavor. As we got to Pamplona half alive we entered the first albergue we saw, and that was the best decision I’ve made because I got to spend it with my 45k buddies.