Monasterio de la Oliva
Travel Blogs from Carcastillo
... a market town as well as becoming wealthy from pilgrim commerce. Paella and Rissota funghi on the menu tonight! Day 7 - Los Arcos to Logrono 27.6km The weather has changed. We hit the road at daybreak in the rain with a few other crazy pilgrims, the pack is thinning out. A group of Germans are staying put "We not marching in the wet!" (sensible people I think to myself) The majority of pilgrims seem to be German followed by the Spaniards ...
... is the prayer.
Be for us,
the companion on our journey,
the guide at our crossroads,
our strength in fatigue,
our fortress in danger,
our place of rest on the way,
our shelter from the heat,
our light in the darkness,
our consolation in discouragement
and the perseverance of our intention.
So that we under your guidance, safely and unhrt, may reach the end of our journey, and ...
... on the edge of a little stone bridge by the path, and felt like I was in Robin Hood territory. I stretched back, and brushed my arm on some sort prickly thistle that stung like nobody's business, and the ****er gave me an itchy red rash on my arm for the next few hours. It certainly brought an abrupt end to my fairytale daydreaming. The path wound uphill past the ruins of Guendelain palace, and as the wind blew, the bright green wheat grass rustled and waved in gentle patterns, ...
... on a bench in the shade with two backpacks. We're staying at "La Bodega del Camino", a restaurante-albergue. We have a cute, nice size, Spanish (go figure) style, private room with king bed and ensuite bathroom... for 40 euros. We climbed the three flights of stairs to our room, dumped our packs on the floor and fell across the bed for a few minutes to get off our feet. After a few minutes we gathered enough energy to change from boots to sandals ...
... with them. So glad we got them. They have been really helpful for all the ups and downs. We ended up just going down river a little, still in the city. We stopped for some breakfast: tortilla (potato quiche with cheese and ham, cafe con leche), then headed for the post office in Pamplona. We decided to ship our extras to our hotel in Finisterre. It took about 2 hours— no English speakers here. We headed to Cizur Menor and ate lunch around 2. We had a good lunch at a ...