The View

These are pics from the first day.  We weren´t crazy wiped out yet, so we took several shots of the beautiful view.  Looking at them now, I realize we were jumping the gun.

This, for example, was ten minutes into the climb.  We hadn't seen anything yet. 
Pretty, though, huh?  With the mist and all?

Sofia wants to be a shepherdess so she wanted a picture with sheep. 
This was before we saw sheep grazing peacefully on mountain pastures for the next five hours.   

Higher and higher...  We started singing a rousing rendition of The Ants Go Marching. 
Until we couldn't breathe any more.

I started sweating.  A lot.  It was completely all uphill. 

Sofia doesn't like this picture, but I think it depicts us in our misery quite well.

We made it to a high point.  But it wasn't the highest point. 
It wasn't even the second highest point!  Still a nice view.

Here you can see Sofia's makeshift fanny pack.  She tore off the plastic image of a bear in an airplane
and sewed a pilgrim shell on instead.  Very ingenious.  Very cheap.  And cute.

Sofia and the Pyrennes.

There was a statue of the virgin and her son.
 It was a lot smaller than I expected from the pictures.  About knee high. 

Us on high.



Sofia gave baby Jesus her bracelet. 

It's the second bracelet in, the rainbow one. 
I think it looks good on him.

Still not at the highest point. 
But this was the last place where you could get a pilgrim's stamp in France!
We have passed and have been passed by this very friendly French man
many times in the past few days.  He's been walking for a month and a half already!