Technically, I could quit right now.
No, really, it’s true. In the Middle Ages, a pilgrim who climbed to the Alta de Perdon and who was ill could quit there and walk home and get all the available indulgences. And they did not even have to walk down the other side of the hill MOUNTAIN, which I did.
I’m not going to post a photo because a) I’m not sure it’s working (can one of you tell me from the Pamplona post?) and b) because my photo does not do justice to the grandeur on the hill. MOUNTAIN.
Now I’m in Puente la Reina collapsed on my bunk, too tired to walk to the puente and even too tired to go see Calle Rodrigo Ximenez de Rada street. I’ll see them tomorrow. Photos on Instagram.