Los Arcos to Logrono — 19 miles
Today is Mother’s Day and Dick and I had decided yesterday that we would take the day off. I woke up at 7 a.m. and it was so nice lounging in bed, knowing I did not have to get up and walk. Dick was already up, in this cute little room, and we discussed our plans to take the bus 19 miles to Logrono.
After walking for 6 days I had decided I just wanted a day of rest. This was to be a long day — 19 miles and I just didn’t want to do it. But the longer I laid there and thought about it I started having feelings of guilt. Guilt? I was having feelings of guilt? How could that be? I hadn’t even enjoyed walking so far and now I felt guilty about NOT walking? It was getting later and later and I had already gotten dressed in my non-trekking clothes when I suddenly decided — I have to walk! It was a hot day and too late to walk all 19 miles so I decided I would take the bus with Dick, half way there and then I’d get off and walk the rest of the way to Logrono. Now I felt really good about my decision. We loaded up our backpacks and went to a little place down the street for breakfast.
I drank some cafe con leche and freshly squeezed orange juice and then choked down a couple of bites of a chorizo and egg bocadillo. Dick had gotten another medication for his stomach but it was still bothering him — especially after he ate. He decided to have coffee, orange juice and a croissant. I went out and bought him a pack of Oreos and he ate those, too! Then his stomach started revolting.
The bus stop was right outside the restaurant and there were tons of Pilgrims waiting for it. I was glad to see we weren’t the only ones. I recognized many of them from previous days on the Camino but didn’t know why they were now catching the bus. The Brazilian man next to Dick said he was taking it because he had tendonitis in his legs, 5 blisters on his feet and three toenails that had blood blisters under them. With a syringe he had poked the needle under his toenails, extracted the blood, then put the needle back in and filled the space with Betadyne. Ouch! He was going to Logrono to try to get a bicycle to finish his trek. I don’t know how he could even walk with all those problems!
The bus let me off half way to Logrono and I waved good-bye to Dick. I didn’t know where the Camino was from where the bus had let me off in the middle town. So I asked someone, then asked someone again until I thought I was going in the right direction. I walked with a German kid for a while and then we each started walking at our own pace. The walk was pretty easy but the sun was blazing hot. After a while I had to stop to put on my goofy looking wide brimmed hat. It’s not a trekking hat. I bought it at Ross Dress for Less because I thought it was cute but when I put it on I felt like I was dressed for going to a Garden Party in trekking clothes. I mean, really ugly! The path went into the Rioja region of Spain where their famous wine comes from.
I passed many vineyards and groves of Olive Trees but there was hardly any shade from the sun. After just a few hours I was in the outskirts of Logrono and then the path got hilly. We were walking uphill and I was struggling to walk and breathe when this old lady who had been following me, passed me!
By now I was wet with sweat dripping down my forehead and back. But it was O.K. because I knew I was not far from where Dick was waiting for me.
This place looked like a really big city — not the quaint little villages we were used to.
I got a text from Dick that said to walk across the bridge and he would meet me.
He said he could see me a mile away with my silly looking hat. No kidding!
We checked into a lovely hotel and I showered and did my usualy chores. No naps this afternoon. We went out and explored this centuries old Medieval Town. The streets were narrow and cobblestoned with beautiful ornate architecture and churches on every corner with bells ringing.
We sat in a central plaza watching people of all ages out for a Sunday stroll. Children played kick ball and made paper airplanes out of newspaper, then laughed with delight as they tried sailing them through the air. All the Spaniards sitting around us were smoking, laughing and socializing. But Dick and I were the only ones on our cell phones. I started talking to the people next to us (a young couple from Canada) who were holding an 8 month old baby. They were walking the Camino, had started it the day before we had and had pushed their baby the whole way in a stroller. WOW! I was in awe of them and couldn’t believe how they could possibly do this with a baby. Now I know I don’t have any room to complain about how hard this trek has been for me. (But I don’t think that will stop me!)