Dave's Not Here

So the trip over took us on a flight from Austin to DFW, DFW to Madrid, a taxi ride from the Madrid airport to the train station, a train from Madrid to Pamplona, and the final leg was a taxi ride to the town of Saint Jean Pied de Port, a small quaint french town on the border of France and Spain in the Pyranees. The flight over was about as smooth as we could have hoped for. That is for American Airlines. We did eventually take off 4 hours late, but hey, they are famous for that now. We made it to the train station with 30 minutes to spare.

The trains are nice and the scenery was bucolic. After tapas for dinner we headed to bed and took the final leg by taxi the next morning. Our new friend Natalie from S. Africa joined us so we could cab share. We arrived on a beautifully crisp autumn day in St Jean Pied de Port. We checked into the hotel and did a walking tour to get oriented. Tomorrow is the big day. We hike the first stage. It is a killer and is supposed to be the hardest day on the trek. We will see as I am like a boy whistling in the dark, sounding happy on the outside with a bit of trepidation and humility on the inside. Onward!