STAGE FOUR: Zubri to Pampalona

Up early again, no breakfast at this auberge and we were all out early in fact I don't even think the owners were present when we all left. Bond was by far the first ready and all of the boys waited outside while I finished packing, it would take me two more days to get a system going where I would pack quickly. The next town Larasonne was delightful, we fortunately took a wrong turn looking for coffee or I would not have gotten to enjoy the beautiful architecture, flower boxes and homes. It was early and the homes had a sack on their door handle for bread to arrive (sigh), I picked out the home I wanted and the masses were prowling the streets looking for our coffee. We all almost gave up on this town for supplying us that much needed drink until one person got wind of a little stop and news traveled fast. There is a pilgrim pipeline that is hard to explain but news of others whereabouts travels quickly. I knew I wanted to stay in a specific German run auberge in Pampalona...thank God for Bond and Little Bear for they appeared much faster than Papa Bear and I and secured us a bed there. We all slept in the same room with some others and woke to a simple but nice breakfast. Thru the streets of Pampalona we would travel while dark in the morning searching for way markers which was a lot of fun. At one point we were too busy talking and heard a loud whistle and some Camino angel was catching our attention to let us know we were traveling the wrong way. It would be in Pampalona where we would run into a young man from California, he would provide some younger company for Little Bear, and while Little Bear is an old soul and could hang with anyone I was happy to see him have a young walking partner to enjoy.