The French hospitalero waved my brother and I into the albergue at Eunate as we cruised through on the Camino Aragones. He was substituting for a couple of weeks while the regular hospitalero was taking a break. Apparently, the regular volunteers work together and at different places during the year. He was multi-lingual, which was very welcoming to us, since we are language-challenged and had spent several weeks understanding very little French and even less Spanish. After a couple cups of coffee, a sello, and some great conversation, we moved on to Puenta La Reina. A couple of days later we met some other pilgrims who had stayed in Eunate. It had been one of their best experiences with a communal meal, lots of vino, and some excellent fellowship. We regretted that we had not stopped. There was little of interest in Puenta La Reina except that it was pimiento harvesting and roasting season, and we had dinner with a Spanish group who had driven down from Bilbao, as they did every year, to fill the car trunk with freshly roast peppers. On my next pilgrimage through the area, Eunate is on my list of overnight stops. With some luck, I will meet a choir!