Follow Your Arrow

I repacked Pickle for our journey to Pamplona. How did I lose a pair of socks already? Oh well.

We arrived at Zaragoza’s Delicias train station an hour before our hoped-for 11:00 a.m. train only to learn that the train was “completo” – full. Oh, well.

Lucky for us, the bus station shares the same station with the trains, and there was a bus at 11:50 bound for Pamplona. So, time for a coffee and a stroll around the station.

All is good. As I type, I am watching large windmills turn slowly out the bus window. It’s a field of white windmills in an olive grove with big puffy white clouds all around. I am thinking of Don Quixote, one of my literary heroes, who “tilted at windmills” thinking them to be monstrous giants to conquer.

I am feeling grateful that in this moment I have no monsters to battle. All I have to do right now is enjoy the ride from here to there watching sketches of Spain out the window.