St Jean Pied de Port

Je suis arrive! It was a long day getting to SJPdP but smooth and uneventful. So many different emotions - excitement for sure but also the questioning of why I've chosen to do this especially when my left shoulder started talking to me.

From Paris I flew to Biarritz and then took a cab through rush hour praying I'd get to the train station in time for the bus to SJPdeP. Good practice in trusting that it would be OK.

The lineup for the bus was huge! They had to call for another bus! I wondered how busy the Camino would be.

SJPdP is lovely. I'm staying at a comfy b'n b Maison Ziberoa. Last night after dinner as I was walking past a church, I heard beautiful male voices in song. It was a lovely way to end a long day of travel in contemplation.

Today, I rest. Tomorrow, when the sun returns - it's rainy and snowing in the mountains today - I'll start walking with Kay from Cairns Australia. THE question is Route Napoleon through the mountains to Orisson or the lower route to Valcarlos.
Blessings!