Via Lemovicensis: Don’t You Forget about Me
Tom left first, at 6:05 AM. Herve and I were just a few minutes behind him. Of course, half the albergue had emptied out before then. It was cool in the dimly-lit streets of Estella, but the forecast called for the heat wave to continue at least through the end of the week. We soon passed through the gate out […]
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