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!)

7 thoughts on “TREKKING — DAY 7”

  1. Really enjoying your photos and stories. My hat is off to you for doing this, and keeping up with a daily blog, too. We are grateful those blogs. Some of us are naive enough to want to walk the camino too, even after learning of your pain and suffering, and that of others with the blisters. Karen… how do you not have blisters? Are you using Smart Wool socks? If you are ever looking for a way to make some money along the way, we could send you Dr. Schols products to sell to victims with camino footitis. They’d sell for 10x the price or you can trade them for other stuff you need. When your feet hurt, you will pay anything to relieve the pain.
    BTW – love that hat. It is perfect for sun, and as a beacon.

  2. Happy belated Mother’s Day because by the time you get this it will
    be Monday. Anything I say cannot convey the admiration I have for your spirit of determination. I am in awe of your perseverance and resilience. Thank you so much for taking us along in this journey, at least, vicariously, I will be doing the Camino. I’ve been to Santiago a couple of times but never really thought of doing the Camino, perhaps your trek will inspire me , but it better be soon because certainly not getting any younger. I can’t believe that you have the energy to write after all that walking but the effort is greatly appreciated. Continued blessings on your journey.

  3. It is wonderful seeing Dick with a smile on his face again. And Karen, you look more like a movie star sitting there with your wine glass than someone who us walking the Camino. How are you doing this?!?!

  4. It is 6:32am in Longrono Spain. The Sun is not quite up and Karen has begun the Camino. It will take her along the narrow cobblestone streets to the outskirts of the city where she will try to cover 30 km (18 miles)–her longest attempt so far!

    I have been with Karen for over 50 years. In that time she has faced many challenges: Being a full time mother of 2, while I worked; going to Nursing School while pregnant with our 3rd child, while I worked; Working in our Restaurants, taking care of 3 kids, while I worked; Facing Breast Cancer head on, while I worked and now after having 5 beautiful Grandkids, she once again is facing another challenge: The Camino de Santiago.

    She has met the Camino head on!

    Go Karen! If you stop tomorrow, this will be another one of your challenges which you have faced and survived!

    Your loving husband, Dick

  5. I like the hat! The sun can be a killer and you need the protection!
    So glad you are feeling better and can enjoy a bit of vino … Even if the fountain didn’t give you any!!!
    Cheers to the walkers.
    We leave for Chile’s Atacama Desert on Sunday.
    Going from there to Salta and Mendoza, Argentina…by bus.
    I’m practicing my Argentinian style Spanish.
    How is northern style Spanish?
    Thinking about you every day…cheers and “Buen Camino”

  6. I thought the same thing Joanne. Nobody would know from looking at the picture, that she haas been doing all that walking…

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