I took this on my way to Pamplona from San Sebastian. It’s been a tiring day and a part of me just wanted to get to bed in Pamplona. Mountain views, even off the highway, were excellent so when the sun started to set down we had to pull over for a break.
These very streets witness the sweat, blood and all the madness of the San Fermin festival and its bull running. The rest of the year it seem fairly peaceful 🙂
Pamplona is famous for its encierro; the running of the bulls and the festival of San Fermín, which a lot of people claim to be the craziest party/festival in the world. But some people better know it through Hemingway and his travels in northern Spain, which inspired some of his books. So when standing in the central plaza, not too far from a little cafe named after him I couldn’t help but spare a thought that Hemingway must have surely been here.
