It's Michelle, our Connecticut friend from yesterday
with the bad knee. (More on her story, below.)
Mike, admiring some modern art on the Camino.
Looks like Logrono is that-a-way.
(Hopefully, we aren't headed this-a-way.)
High man on the trail.
Captured this cute little house along the way...
A large river welcomes us to the city of Logrono.
With the short walk today, we arrived quite early
and with fewer pictures of the trail than usual.
Puente de Piedra (Bridge of Stone), with its seven great
arches, leads us over the River Ebro and into Logrono.
The Old Town gate was our 100-mile marker.
We are 1/5 of the way there, give or take.
Catedral de Santa Maria de la Redonda,
built in the 15th century, is a historic center.
We lit four different sets of candles today.
Outside, we saw Fred with his two daughters,
who just arrived from California and Minnesota.
(More on Fred's story, below.)
Gill reminds us a lot of our good friend, Ruth.
Attacked last night by spiders––or bedbugs!
Ew. (Sue)
Dave, knocking on the north door of a church
that didn't seem inclined to let us in.
South door wouldn't yield to our pleas, either.
But there are many other churches in Logrono's sea.
Mike, lighting a candle.
Dave, lighting two candles.
Dave. lighting all the candles.
(Okay, maybe not all of them.)
An even greater source of illumination.
One of the streets that serves tapas, or pintxos.
Each restaurant boasts its own specialties.
This one only serves mushrooms cooked in garlic butter.
Mike shouts this one out to his son-in-law, Fidel.
Grilled green pepper! So courageous, Mike.
This is the place where we feasted on some pintxos
like the ones displayed on the counter.
Sirloin and fries to die for.
Chopped chicken and cheese in a thin crust.
(Dave inhaled two of these.)
Don't mess with this guy.
(Unless you need a hug, that is.)
We liked the sign: Some people want it to happen,
some wish it would happen, others make it happen.
We are making it happen. Buen Camino!
some wish it would happen, others make it happen.
A story from Dave:
Remember Michelle (below), the one who exchanged a hug with Mike yesterday after he comforted her about her knee injury? Well, we ran into her again a third of the way to Logrono, walking slowly on a knee that was still very sore. She was carrying backpacks in the front and in the back, with bags in her hand as well. She would not let us help carry her packs. It was "her own challenge to overcome." Her two companions had gone ahead, and when we caught up to them they told us they weren't allowed to help, either. I suspect Michelle made it to Logrono. A very determined lady.
Footnote from Sue: There is definitely something to be said for overcoming challenges ourselves, but I hope Michelle lets other people carry her burdens sometimes, too. It's possible that accepting help may be a whole new kind of challenge she is going to have the opportunity to overcome. I'm not saying that is for certain; perhaps in this case it really is important that she complete the Camino by and for herself. But if she is one of those who are never quite able to receive service comfortably, who knows? That issue may well be her learning curve on the pilgrimage.
One more story from Dave:
Fred (below) is an ordained minister who lives in the Dallas area. He just returned from Africa, where he was helping with the refugee crisis. He then walked the Camino by himself for a while before his two daughters joined him. In order to spend so much time away, he made the difficult decision to quit his job in procurement. It seems, at this time in his life, that Fred's focus is on others (serving God through His children), on himself, and on his family. The trifecta!
Thursday is our rest day in Logrono. As we ponder those things that are uppermost in our minds, we will reflect those thoughts in tomorrow's blog. Thanks so much for visiting. Our experience becomes even more meaningful when we can share it with you.
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