“For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” – Robert Louis Stevenson
On Day 24, (which I’ve yet to write a post for), I departed Rabanal with my new friends, Antonio from Andalucia and José from Navarre, while it was still dark. The sun was rising just as we approached the tiny medieval village of Foncebadón…
We left Rabanal in the dark on Day 24, and entered the village of Foncebadón, right as the sun was rising.
The views are spectacular from this ancient and crumbling village on Mount Irago.
José and Antonio, the newest members of my Camino “family” wait for me as I take a photo of the wooden cross that marks the entrance to Foncebadón. The sign asks visitors not to leave rocks at its base.
Ruins on the outskirts of the tiny village.
