The great gateway out of Puenta la Reina onto the bridge leaving town.

Unusual: a cross with the shell of Santiago.

Each new morning brings new hills.

Early morning pilgrims on the road.

When the pueblo of Cirauqui hove into view, it was easy to imagine the sense of relief an ancient peregrino might have felt at the prospect of food, security, and a place to sleep.

This map of the world – made from old truck tires – made for many smiles among passing travelers.

Leaving the pueblo of Cirauqui, I walked a well-preserved section of Roman road.

I passed numerous groves of olives and almonds. Note the modern aqueduct at far right.

Another of several Roman-style bridges crossed today.

The Russians and Americans gather at the wine fountain offered for peregrinos at the local winery.

At home in Ayegue, just outside the town of Estella. My bed for the night is in an albergue located in the community sport center (like a YMCA). As throughout this Basque region of Navarra, place names appear in Spanish and Basque.