Day 4: To the city of bulls

Dear traveler,

I woke up with Spanish music in my ears and a lot of noise around me. 

I take off my sleeping bag from my eyes but I'm not in my bed anymore, instead I'm in the middle of an ...arena?! My red sleeping bag seems lighter and I'm holding it in my hands now. I don't understand what people are saying but I think they are pointing out to something. I open my eyes a bit wider and I see a bull...which is ten times bigger than me and it starts running towards me, not with the friendliest stare. As he runs, flowers appear at his feet and these flowers start rustling as they were made out of plastic. He's getting closer now and the plastic sound gets louder and louder and...wait a minute.

I open my eyes to see the pilgrim next to us struggling to put a plastic bag full of clothes in his backpack..bloody plastic bag..but what a dream.

It's probably because of Mamarmot as she told me yesterday about the next town we'll be going to, more precisely Pamplona, the place where bulls still roam the streets, or at least so I believe. Maybe I would've known if the rustling sound of plastic bags wouldn't have woke me up.

We slowly hit the road, looking at the mist rising from the fields.

It's still early in the morning and our feet walk us slowly from village to village. At least this is how I feel, as I can see dad is not feeling so good, it seems that his feet hurt a lot. 

Nu a dormit prea bine și îl cred…nici eu nu aș fi dormit bine sub un pat cu țepi… El și Mamarmot mai fac schimb de rucsaci și mă mai iau și pe mine pe sus din când în când. 

We walk along a river for a while. Looking after flowers, my eye gets caught by something weird, like a huge worm. Mamarmot tells me that it's a slug, a snail without a home. I've never seen such a creature before. How interesting.

From the river, we cross roads, then next to forests, but today the paths are mostly descending rather than ascending.

On our way, other pilgrims greet us with "Buen Camino!". It took me a few days to understand that all people that carry a shell with them will greet each other without even knowing themselves. So I greet them too. 

We reach a big stone bridge, but very pretty. I wonder how much time it took people to build something like that?

London Bridge is falling down..Falling down, falling down...hey, isn't that John? I run to John to say hi, at lest this much I can say in English. And I also know how to answer with yes and no at everything he's saying. But I'm so glad to see him!

He says that we have one more village up to Pamplona. Yeees..a bit more to go to the city of bulls.

In this last village, dad goes inside a store and comes out with something in his hand. I pay no attention until the color catches my eye. Those are actually balloons, for my backpack!

I feel like new and I can fly again. Off to Pamplona we go!

As we arrive in the city of bulls, we make our way to the albergue where we meet a very nice lady, who is not only offering two stamps on my passport, but also some delicious chocolate biscuits. Thank yooou!

Dad takes some rest for a while and he seems a bit concerned about the pain he feels in his legs.

In the evening, we go out to look for streets full of bulls, but the only bulls I found are mascots that guard the doors of some restaurants. I can settle for that. 

We see the arena from outside and we take a walk through the citadel and the streets, without a purpose, just to admire everything that lies around us and to eat something as I am starving. 

We return early and we soon get ready to go to bed. 

I let Mamarmot write her thoughts in a small notebook..she does this sometimes. It's just that today she seems a bit more sad than usual..maybe she's just worried about dad.

I lay down in my sleeping bag and I close my eyes. I hope I will resume my dream from where I left it as I am curious about what happens next.