Navarette

The walk today was not very memorable, progressing on uninspiring gravel roads and further through a large but not very exciting park on the far side of the city. After passing through Logroño I'm still happy about staying in Viena, I felt no desire to linger in the city for any longer than it took to enjoy a solid breakfast. Speaking of breakfast, it felt like me and Christof passed through most of the city before finding anywhere open that offered food. That's the longest walks, from where you expect food to where you actually find it, at least if hungry.

I almost find pleasure in pushing myself to see how far I can walk without eating, a big part of this is that it's easier to walk in the beginning and by putting a significant part of the day's distance behind me before the first big break makes the walk feel shorter. This is a bit surprising to me as an almost Hobbit like fan of the first meal of the day.

Passing River Piedra today I cant help but thinking of the beautiful story of Paolo Coelho which's title contain it's name. He has lead many pilgrims to this path. Today may foot feels better. This is a great relief.

The evening contained a lovely "menu del pellegrino" in good company. I have now walked for seven days. This feels good. Walking now feels like a habit, even if I'm nowhere close to getting used to it, my feet still starts to ache in the later parts of the walks.

We are now in La Rioja. The wine is good and cheap (I don't remember the food). Navarette is one in a row of great little sleepy hamlets that we have visited so far. I still prefer this to the cities. Found a business card advertising a combined Albergue and winery along passed roads and I mourn the missed opportunity.

I hope that I won't forget my breakfast in the Albergue fridge again (I didn't).

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