We have arrived in Irun and we passed these wind mills on the way. I couldn't help but think of Cervantes' Quixote. The phone failure, my missing Credentiala, the cold, the rain, all make me feel this trip is so much tilting at windmills. Tomorrow, I'll go to the local church, get a Credentiala and we will take our first steps. It is very hilly and wet . . . A perfect beginning, bring on the windmills!
