Puente de la Rabia, Zubiri

Yesterday I was following in the footsteps of Napoleon travelling over the Route de Napoléon, today it was Hemingway. There is Hemingway trail that includes part of the Camino from Roncesvalles to Zubriri where I arrived this afternoon. He apparently fished for trout in the Urrobi river at Burguete where I stopped for coffee a few miles out. The extra blip is the river Erro where I stopped to paddle in the freezing water before tentatively hopping across the stepping stones. Lunch, a picnic from what I didn’t eat at breakfast,  in the centre of Viskarret and then a steepish climb to the Pasos de Roldán, who I now know more about after Iaint referenced him yesterday. 
The two mile or so descent into Zubiri felt tough and I was relieved that I had decided to use my walking poles, it would be treacherous in wet weather.
Zubiri is a delight, about 400 inhabitants, many of whom benefit from the volume of pilgrim traffic. The main blip is the medieval bridge across the Arga which leads into the town from the Camino. I have just returned from paddling and watching the village children bathe in the pools. On this occasion I refrained from joining them, it’s too complicated to dry things and I’m not convinced they would dry by the morning.
Today’s highlights where the conversations with other pilgrims, it seems most are walking on their own. It’s easy here to segue from polite exchanges into deeper discourse, and back again to frivolous talk.
Another wonderful Pension just across the bridge, use of a full kitchen and WiFi. If I understand her correctly breakfast will taken at the cafe around the corner.