42: Walking to Gernika

The Mass was beautiful. The bishop was there, and it was the ordination service of one of the monks as a deacon. The church was packed. Some parts of the Mass were in Basque.

After the service I started walking. I did not expect to make Gernika that evening, but had heard that there was a pilgrim shelter closer by.

But it turned out to be a beautiful day, and I was feeling stronger than I had expected, so I decided to just keep walking. I stopped along the way for a full meal at a tavern (a luxury I was declaring to reserve only for Sundays). I enjoyed the sunshine and the beautiful fields and the friendly people wherever I asked for directions.