I left the albergue at 5:30 this morning to beat the heat and was so glad I hadn’t tried to walk up to the Alto do Perdón yesterday afternoon.
The full moon was shining on the white pathway that wound its way up the mountainside. White flowers glowed on the edge of the trail and little red lights shone from the wind turbines. Every time I turned around, the lights of Pamplona were spread out in the valley below, backed up by the mountains I crossed only a few days ago.
Although I had intended to watch the sunrise in silent meditation with the metal sculpture of pilgrims, my plans were foiled because it was already quite crowded up there as a group of Italian students had made their way up before me and another group twenty-something Italians were going through their morning ablutions after camping out on the ridge.
Instead, I asked someone to take a photo of me then made my way down the rocky trail toward Santiago…