In Jaca

 Mir was a very pretty walk today, leaving the Pyrenees behind. 

Normally, it's a very fun thing to arrive in a town that is celebrating its patron saint day. Today, not so much. This is the first big city we've been in on a weekday, and I was hoping to buy a new pair of socks (one pair wearing through) and a new spork (duct tape is a miracle worker but it doesn't hold two halves of a spork together). And, to add insult to injury, the much anticipated Romanesque museum and cloister is closed because of the holiday. Grrrr.

But I am still very happy and grateful. Here I am in Jaca with a full belly and getting ready to go see how the towm celebrates its patron saint day.  Tomorrow a medium day ( we think it's about 29 km) with not much elevation gain --and we are going to one of the most loved albergues on the Camino Aragonés, in the small town of Arres.