Si señorita princess, sounds a little rapey! Especially when you're naked.

So we are in Pamplona. We would like to update more on the past towns but our current situation leaves this incomprehensible. We will start the story of this journey three quarters of the way between Zubiri and where we have currently arrived in Pamplona.

After our ordeal over the high road, crossing the Pyrenees mountains, we decided to reward ourselves with a nice hotel. We had booked a room in a town just east of Pamplona and were not entirely confident on our ability to find it.  

Cut to us standing with Graham, our Irish guidebook, at a map beside a highway where he assured us that if we split from the camino & stayed with the road we would find our way.  

For your own reference if you ever come to Spain keep in mind that it does not "sidewalk" unless of course you are Natasha's parents reading this and in that case there were Spanish policemen on horseback making sure that we were safe every point of the way.

Around 2.5 km further in I approached a Spanish policeman who spoke no English and eventually managed to confirm that we were headed in the direction of the hotel that was next to the golf course, this involving a very animated sort of charade for "golf" - pretty sure we made his day.

Long story short we found our hotel which is a castle, on top of a hill which we climbed from the wrong direction through a park...had to get directions from one of their maintenance men who we are pretty sure thought  that we were probably dirty homeless people that were going to try to rob the place. 

For anyone on our Facebook participating in the "guess how we smelled when we arrived" contest - the answer is rotten nachos and old towels.  

After we spent approximately 10 minutes figuring out how to a) open the door with the fancy card and then b) use the fancy card to get the lights to work we immediately fell to our knees in praise of the heavenly basin most of you would call a bathtub. 

We cannot begin to explain the luxury that is a private room with no noise and no smell and no snorring and no drunken people of a different language - although we have learned to love that, we are very appreciative of the treat we have given ourselves.  

Now we are drunk after too much food and are both appreciating being naked in our own beds with no one else around us, squeaky clean and "soft" as Natasha put it earlier, not realizing that soft was an adjective that was both desirable and something you could describe yourself with after being filthy for days upon days.

It is 9pm & it is our bed time.

We are used to breakfast being served at seven (on the road at eight, if not sooner). Tomorrow there is an all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet on until 10 AM. We are very excited at the perspective of challenging what they believe is all-you-can-eat buffet. It turns out that after wearing the same pants for four days at a time they stretchout so Natasha has given herself a personal challenge to make her pants fit again. Natasha's inner battle with her exterior form has been an entertaining one to witness. At around 10 o'clock this morning I found her lecturing her boobs so that they do not shrink on her (seasoned pilgrims have put this fear into her heart). She's here to gain an ass, not lose her boobs. We are hoping to reconvene with the rest of our Camino family tomorrow but until then here are some random pictures of the happiness we felt outside of the drunkenness and luxury of tonight.