When we woke this morning and the mist lifted we found ourselves in the most unexpected place, at the Col du Ibaneta, almost in the shadow of the chapel that marks the summit.
I guess sometimes you are where you want to be but you just don’t know it. We take a look around the old chapel. It is locked but through the peek hole we can make out the altar and see the early morning light filtering in through the stained glass windows.
Outside, beyond the chapel, lies a field of crosses. We make some of our own, as hundreds of others have done before us, and plant them in the soil.