Maxwells vs The World

As we were walking along the Camino vairous housholds were out drying their peppers, or frying them.

Geraldine had a ricky old rottern fencepost as a walking stick. As we walked passed Villauerta, and old man saw Geraldine and say:

No, no, no, no

Then gestered to for her to follow him. She walked into the local church where he presented her with a walking stick left by a fellow pilgrim, and unceremoniously tossed hers away. Her new stick was much better.

Just out of Pamplona (or Iruna in basque), we had to climb over this ridge lined with beautiful spinning windmills. As you can guess, the climb was hard, and it was hot and windy

Thats is Ann and Richard in the forground.