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September 8th, Day 7: Torres El Rio to Logrono

Mile markers outside of Torres El Rio

At 6:00, Eddie is up and ready to start walking again. I decide there’s really no point in trying to sleep any longer. As I pack up my belongings, I wonder what kind of day lies ahead. Heavy, cold rain has started to fall outside. I put my pack on and pull the yellow poncho over my head and over my pack to protect it too, and Eddie and I make our way out of town. We take the wrong route and backtrack up the hill back into town…I have a feeling it’s going to be a very long morning.

There’s a steady incline outside of town, and when the sun finally rises, I realize I am surrounded by rolling hills and vineyards. We are entering the region of Rioja and I’m surrounded by green and purple grapes on either side of me.

Rioja territory

The rain eases up and the steady pace I’m walking at eases me out of the funk of a sleepless night. Despite having a total of three hours of sleep, I’m feeling relatively strong. It’s a total of 11 km to Viana and I walk the route alone, eventually entering into town alongside a main road. I run into Kyle and Jen, who are finishing breakfast and sit down for my now routine breakfast of coffee and a bocadillo.

The entryway to Viana

Viana is like a much smaller Puenta La Reina. Narrow streets are decorated with flags and an old church sits on the main square. At the other end of town sit the ruins of another church, San Pedro, dating back to the 13th Century. I stop in for a look before leaving town, and see two other pilgrims, who I keep passing each day, but who I’ve yet to have the opportunity to connect with.

As I leave town, I see a sign for Logrono: 10 km. I walk strongly, which is surprising despite my lack of sleep. It’s as if moments later I see another sign for 4 km. I begin walking with Jacobo, an Italian man who I have been bumping into the past couple of days. His English is about as good as my Spanish, and we have broken conversations, but try to make the effort to understand each other. ¬†We connect with a group from Bilbao – Fernando, Estaboliz and Yolando. They are only doing a portion of the Camino and they welcome us into their group. It’s like I’ve been walking with them since day one. All three of them have such bright, positive energy – I feel energized just being around them! They tell me about Bilbao, which they consider to be the best city in Spain, and moments later, I have an invitation to go and visit.

The crew from Bilbao – Yolanda, Estaboliz and Fernando

We arrive in Logrono early, before the municipal albergue has even opened. A line of pilgrims are sitting outside, tending to their feet, and visiting with each other, sharing stories from these early days. I sit with Jacobo, Fernando, Estaboliz and Yolando, take off my boots, and thank my lucky stars that I am going to have a bed to sleep in tonight. When the doors to the albergue open, we get checked in, pile our dirty clothes together to do laundry together and queue up for showers.

Something clicks in Logrono. I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I’ve covered 20km without blinking an eye, the clean laundry I have, the relief of knowing I have bed, or the fact that we’re in a small, civilized city. Maybe it’s a combination of all this, but I notice a feeling that I’m finding my groove and I feel good.

Rioja in Logrono

I get in touch with Tammy and Gill over email and make plans to meet them for a glass of wine in the early evening. I find out they stayed in Sansol the night prior, and I’m disappointed to have missed them. But, we have reconnected now, and I am happy to have experienced true Camino hospitality at Casa Maria the night before.

Jennifer, Kyle, Tammy, Gill and me before our tapas crawl

I take a short walk through town, but it’s Sunday, and everything is closed. It is not until evening when people start to come out that the city starts to feel a little livelier. I head over to the square and order a 1 Euro glass of Rioja and flag down Tammy and Gill when I see them. Kyle and Jen join us as well, and we are now a group of five, hungry and ready to hit the famous Calle San Juan for pinxos y vino.

At the first stop, Cafe San Juan, we are greeted by an older, eccentric lady, wearing bright green-rimmed eyeglasses. She is running the show and has a bar full of patrons, a sign that we’ve found a good spot. The counter is covered with tapas dishes – anchovies, cabrales (a strong cheese), marinated peppers, chorizo, soft cheese and jam all atop crispy crostinis. Five small glasses of rioja are poured and we see Paulo, a worker from the albergue (and a local) another sign we’re in a good spot.

Stop 1 – Bar San Juan

We could easily stay here, but we’ve been told that the way to enjoy this famous street is to stroll from one end to the other, stopping in at numerous places for samples, tastes and treats. We pay our bill of 20 Euro for the five of us, and head to the next joint, Cafe Bar Garcia. Here, the vibe is entirely different. The focus is meat and bar stools are occupied by heavy set Spanish men who look like they’ve eaten as hard as they’ve worked over the years.

A few families walk in and I get the sense that this is a real local joint, yet we are welcomed in our pilgrim state – weathered and under-dressed. Sandwiches of jamon and chorizo are shared, with more generous pours of vino tinto. The bill is 14 Euro.

Cafe Bar Garcia’s cured meat selection

At Vinissimo, the next stop on our pinxos tour, we are the only people, except for one Spanish man at the far end of the bar. A lady who speaks no English, but has endless amounts of smiles for us, treats us to eggplant and ricotta, foie gras, and more sausage. The vino blanco (which is a Gewurtztraminer) is just as good as the vino tinto. More foie gras is ordered and we pay the 19 Euro tab.

We decide we have room enough in our stomachs to visit one more spot. We enter Tastavin and can barely belly up to the bar. The rest of the group heads to the back of the restaurant in search of a table and I squeeze up to the bar and catch the eye of the busy waitress. Five vino tintos and an array of pinxos are ordered. These are the best yet – tempura artichoke, pulled pork, beef and gravy.

Menu choices at Cafe Bar Garcia

I look around and feel as if I’m in a trendy tapas bar in New York City. Black walls are adorned with silver guilded mirrors, and over-the-top crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling. We sit at a sleek metallic table, and behind us I overhear a Spanish couple say “peregrinos.” We begin chatting, them telling us that the Spanish drink and eat better than anyone else in the world. After tonight, I cannot disagree with them. I wish them ‘que aproveche,’ a wish that they profit from their food.

It’s my turn to pay, so I venture to the bar and the waitress does the math in her head, while I wonder how much these amazing pinxos are going to cost. She hands me a receipt for 12 Euro. Now we know why this place is packed. I feel like we’ve found Logrono’s best tapas bar!

We leave around 9:30, conscious of the early morning to follow, but the streets are just coming to life. People are overflowing from bars into and onto high top tables in the streets. We waddle back to the start of Calle San Juan, soaking in what is just another night in Logrono.

I feel reenergized for the night out and feel more like a city resident than a pilgrim who is just passing through. I’m buzzing from the energy of this place and the vino tinto, but I’m aware of the journey tomorrow and the fact that I had little more than three hours of sleep last night. As I return to the albergue, I see Paulo again. He asks how our night was, and my smiles says it all. I wish him a good night and head to bed, full and happy.