Day 81. Tuesday 27 May.

We all slept a bit longer after a very late previous evening and J’s coughing needs some more drugs. The plan is to do the washing then head for a bit of an explore of Pamplona. Yes, it was past midday before heading out and we were greeted by ponies (mums and bubs) on the road down the mountain.

By the time we got to Pamplona, shops had closed for lunch; our routines are so set.

Took the elevator from the free car park and couldn’t understand why the paper map didn’t match with D’s digital map. So, a bit more walking than necessary to find a coffee spot. We were up for coffee but a couple of other customers (older ladies, one with breathing tubes) were onto glasses of red. As J pointed out, it is 2pm!

Made our way to the Catedral de Pamplona, strolled, rather than ran, the bull route, ending up at the Plaza del Toros de Pamplona (not going in, as deciding that 6 euros per person was a bit too much) then lunched with beers and tasty bites and a joker (Dad jokes, so that was alright) owner.

Then went to the railway station, but failed to get J’s train ticket, although she’d paid for it: ‘You collect it tomorrow’, the counter staff said. So much for trying to get ahead of the game.

On our way to the car, worked out why paper and Apple didn’t match: the lift we were looking at on paper was the wrong one (there are two). For once, Doris was on the money!

Returning in the evening presented a lovely photo shot of our village of 17 residents.

J triumphed in the kitchen with a fish, potato, leek, carrot, parsley etc soup…we’ve been avoiding the bacalhau for nearly three months…J delivered the ultimate comfort dish, adding the fish pieces for just a few minutes at the end of cooking. It was delicious. We’ll do it again at home. And it’s bound to be the cough-killer.