Pamplona, Spain: Day 2

I woke up the next morning to the sound of the garbage trucks hauling all of the trash away that remained after the San Fermin Festival. I went down to the lobby for breakfast, and I ended up eating what appeared to be some form of Spanish oatmeal with fresh fruit. After breakfast, I made my way down into the streets of Pamplona for a look around.

After nearly thirty minutes of walking, my eyes met with the Pamplona Cathedral (www.tripadvisor.com). I thought it appropriate to stop in a say a few prayers for those that were injured in yesterday's "festivities." Hemingway himself was not a strong religious man, but one of his wives was a devout Catholic. For this reason, visiting the cathedral seemed like a good way to tap into the psyche of Hemingway once again. After I attended an evening Mass, I went back to the hotel to reflect upon my travels thus far. I was asleep by 11:00 pm.