Pamplona – And That’s No Bull!

After three days of walking, I arrived at my first major city – Pamplona. Arriving in early May put me well before the craziness this city experiences during the Festival of Saint Fermin and everything that surrounds running with the bulls. On this Sunday morning, the streets were still quite. But, since it was the weekend, the streets, plazas, and tapas bars would soon fill up, primarily with locals, to enjoy a lovely spring day in the heart of the old city. From where I left in the morning, Larrazoaña, it was actually one of my shorter walking days putting me into Pamplona well before noon. After checking into the  Albergue Plaza Catedral, it was time to explore the city and start enjoying some world class tapas. By mid-day, bars and restaurants had quickly filled up. Nonetheless, most eateries had at least a few tables outside where one could stand to partake in some food and drink. What was most fun was having a drink along with a couple tapas at one place and then going in search of another equally atmospheric bar for a second round. Although I had only been on the Camino for three days, Pamplona would have been a good choice for a rest day considering the energy it took to cross the Pyrenees on day one.