Carlton Rioja Hotel
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
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... it's actually Ratoncito Perez and he delivered her some fake pet mice). Tessa is a bigger pain in the butt than ever, with more irrational opinions and urgent needs and inflexibility than we've ever seen. Worried about erasing her year of growth at Montessori. The Spanish family called her Tesscapate (escape fro Tessa).
Eating: Now here's an unusual one. We love the chocolate milk and the fresh bread. ...
... my footwear, I have discovered that there's a huge Decathlon outside town, one of only two on the Camino. It doesn't open until 9.30am tomorrow so my plan is to try some new boots (I've checked online and they have lots in my size or a bit bigger) and then get myself to Ventosa and continue in the new boots. My trusty old ones (I've walked happily in them all year and they didn't actually cause the damage) will be tied to my backpack just in case the new ...
Supper last night - Pilgrim Supper and I sat with a lady from Arizona. I'd better not say her name because she was SCARY. Extreme right wing Christian. Whoa. We had the 'Obama is secretly a Muslim' conspiracy theory, her view on how lax we are in Britain. And so it went on. I felt like Louis Theroux sitting with her and asked some Louis style questions, just so I could practice that incredulous look he does so well.
... the door. He led me inside, and in there were glass cabinets full of relics of which I didn't understand, and gigantic old hand written organ music books, which truly were amazing. I was at the level of the pipe organ, and this was where the organist entered. I have no idea why I was given this tour, maybe they could see I needed saving, but it was very special indeed. On leaving they all hugged me like I was a saint, and demanded to stamp my passport, and ...
... walked along a lightly traveled paved highway for a while, then joined a dirt road, then a wide path thru one vineyard after another. The last mile or so was a dirt road parallel to an autovia then eventually veered away from the highway and again thru more vineyards and into the village of Ventosa. A map at the main entrance of the village showed the location of our hotel. We began the steep climb into the village toward the Iglesia. When we, puffing & panting, reached the ...