To sum up:
It was a memorable one, yes it was, Precious. The first 11km before breakfast were fine – sunrise, fragrances and all that – but kind of grumpy: no food and plenty of yesterday’s wounds to lick. The next ten or so – alright! Logroño is a large and friendly town, with lots of love for pilgrims. Several times people started talking to us to see if we knew where we were going, or just pointed in the direction of the yellow arrows. The Asian guys running the taberna on the outskirts of the city can wipe up some mean tortilla española, and their pastry was good. In fact, Spaniards don’t mess with their breakfasts, it’s been always good so far.
The last gazillion kilometers were, thankfully, on flat paved streets, but they were sooooo many… plus it’s still a bit hot, and when I say “a bit”, I mean “very”. Absolutely wiped on arrival to Navarreta, but recovered well, thanks to the local cuisine and wine cellars.
We still have a rendezvous to make in Burgos and must press on. The only thing that makes me think we’ll be able to walk another 30+ stage tomorrow is that they promise rain and blessed 16 degrees. So we can sleep in (till 7-ish) and take it easy on the tempo. The next stay is booked, and both today and tomorrow it’s a private room, which, frankly, helps a lot.
In the other side of the ledger. Stepped on a ginormous thorn that went through the sole of my shoe. Foot is fine, but hole in soul sole. Duct-taped it (not kidding) on the account of imminent rain, will report.
Also, there’s some insect in Iberia that hates me. Never saw it, but it saw me. And tasted me. Don’t know if I’m allergic, but the stung part swells up to the proportions of a Biblical punishment. This also happened one of the last times. I’m sure it’s the same bastard who remembered me and waited.
Anyway, tired, so here’s to cold and rainy tomorrow, good night.
