From left to right: Santiago’s chapel, Silo of Charlemagne, and the restaurant ‘La Posada de Roncevalles’.
In the misty valleys where the mountains rise, Lies Roncesvalles, 'neath the endless skies. A sanctuary on the Camino's winding trail, Where pilgrims' dreams and whispers prevail. Here, where legends dance in the ancient air, Roncesvalles stands with a storied flair. A waypoint cherished by travelers who roam, Guided by stars and hopes to find home. Yet 't was not just pilgrims who graced this land, But Charlemagne's knights with swords in hand. Among them, Roland, noble and brave, Whose tale of valor the ages engrave. In Roncesvalles' pass, a battle was fought, Where Roland's horn in defiance was wrought. Against the foe, he stood with might, In the heart of the fray, 'neath the sun's soft light. So as you tread the Camino's ancient way, Pause and ponder Roncesvalles, where echoes stay. For in its whispers and the shadows' gentle fold, The spirit of Roland, a legend forever told.
Santa María de Roncesvalles
