Saturday, June 30, 2018

To Logroño and on to Ventosa days 10 & 11

Leaving Villamayor de Mondarin is a tough thing. It is a special place and it would be easy to tarry for a day, a week, a month.
In fact we met someone who did just that. She is from Norway, I can’t tell you her name; she told me but I could not wrap my brain around it. She was walking the Camino until she came upon the hostal and decided to stay. She is a lovely gal and now volunteers at the hostal until the spirit moves her along. So Camino like.

The stay at Torres del Rió was refreshing. A nice meal and a pool. After a long hot walk the chance to stay in a hotel room (in a hostal) was nice. Andie enjoyed the pool and I enjoyed a nap and a washer/dryer. 
Along the way we met a gal carrying her young daughter. She had a great setup for carting her and was having her luggage transported ahead. I guess you have to look for a reason to not walk the Camino!
The walking the last two days has been on good paths through rolling hills. Not without challenge (especially for an old, fat man, such as myself) it was nowhere as tough as we’ve done. Intermittent rain cooled the day, but made it muggy. Today we encountered the Korean band, still going; one of them commented that walking in the humidity was like swimming. Hard to cool off when sweat doesn’t evaporate. 
We entered the Provence 
of La Rioja, which is wine country. We passed through kilometer after kilometer of vineyards, just getting ready for next years vino tinto. Beautiful. Logroño is a modern Spanish city, and I could hardly wait to leave it behind. Nothing against the city but it felt hurried and stressful after so much time in the country. I’ll take wheat fields, vineyards, and quaint Spanish villages anytime. 

We crossed paths with Ramon, the photographer from Madrid who blessed us with an amazing gift...


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