The medevial pilgrims traditionally stopped here before crossing the Pyrenees: the town name literally means St John at the Foot of the Pass.
It’s a beautiful walled city and I’m staying in a charming French inn. After my multi-course Basque dinner I wasn’t feeling very pilgrim like at all — actually more like a pampered tourist.
Well, I was until Monsieur Jean Francois, the proprietor of the Maison Donamaria, sat me down and gave me a stern, lengthy lecture on how to recognize bed bugs and then an equally impassioned lecture on how to properly puncture a blister. yikes!
My Camino begins tomorrow and I’m trying not to itch in anticipation.
Rosemont Place 
I love you and still can’t believe that you’re about to trek across the entire country of Spain. I am so impressed and will be sending you good vibes and lots of prayers along the way. Going to live vicariously through you and this blog! Again, I love! – Cole
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So happy for you Jan…but also soooo jealous! Have a fantastic trip and don’t forget to take it slow and enjoy every minute! Love, Bonnie
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