Puenta La Reina means bridge of the queen. I love how it sounds and it is the bridge I picked as my cover shot on my blog. So I got to see it in person today. This bridge is huge for medieval standards and it is at a town where Charlemagne reportedly stayed after he slayed the moors in the 12th century. A truly impressive bridge that leads to a gate in a walled city with narrow streets.
Today’s walk out of Pamplona was totally different. Ricardo was having trouble with his knees so we larted on the edge of Pamplona. He didnt want to push it and he said he would catch up with me when i took my day off. so I struck out on my own. I headed out into the countryside and up this large hill with loads of wind turbines. Then I went down into a town and took a side trip to this trippy looking octagonal church. I put on some Mumford and Sons that a friend of mine gave me and it was like the music was written for the walk. Then cruised into Puente La Reina in time to go to the town church to pray for Ricardo’s knee. And I just found out he made it!