I felt really lucky to find that monastery yesterday. There were nine other people there and I was the third youngest.
I ended up sharing a room with a 74 year old Irishman, Patrick. Very nice guy whom I feel sorry for because of one thing: he doesn't appreciate great food. This trip confirms my belief that in the French countryside it's hard to get a bad meal. Patrick would eat at Burger King every day if he could.
They really know how to carmelize. Chicken, pork ,beef you name it. They must cook it over very high heat or something but that crispy goodness might be my favorite food thing.
The end of yesterday's walk led me to re-assess my route to Jaca, or at least to Somport pass. Steady rain, slippery mud paths that were rarely more than feet wide, combined with a fairly sheer drop down to river isn't my cup of tea. Patrick agreed. He had done this route before, and said the first 10k is just as hairy. I double checked the bus schedule, on line and the one posted at the bus stop. He and I got there 20 minutes early for the 8:44 to Bedous. An hour later it still hadn't come so we figured that we didn't have much of a choice so we started walking. It wasn't raining and wasn't that bad.
He continued on, and I'm having lunch waiting for the 3 o'clock bus to Canfranc, at the top of the pass.
I got a current timeline from the Bedous tourism office and it bore no resemblance to the one posted at the Sarrance bus stop (which by the way said that it was good til Dec 15th). Just to make sure I went back and asked the tourist office guy to confirm my interpretation.
I will have had four hours in Bedous
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