It is so amazing how things work out. I believe the whole forgetting my fanny pack and having to leave Leea in a rush on the metro was God's plan to keep me from going all cry baby on her at the airport. But I got back to the hotel, found the fanny pack and made it to the train station.
When I got on the train I met a Spanish man who was also on his way to do the Camino. We are easy to spot with our back packs and walking sticks. When we got off the train in Pamplona we met three more Spanish guys going to St Jean for the Camino.
We all needed to get to the bus station to get to to tickets for St Jean Pied de Port where we will begin the Camino. I was planning to take a taxi, but they wanted to walk and spoke Spanish so when they asked, "¿dónde está la estación de autobuses? Thrun could understand The answer. So we walked and talked, them a lot and me a little. And, except for one, they were all older folks, like me!
We met another guy at the bus station who was having trouble buying tickets, so I was able to bridge the English/Spanish gap for him. We parted ways because they were all going to St Jean this evening and I am staying in Pamplona to get some sleep and going to St Jean tomorrow afternoon.
So I've already made some Camino friends. And here is a picture from my hotel room window.
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