Camino de Santiago – Day 6
Walked from: Los Arcos
Walked to: Logroño
I headed out of the town of Los Arcos and into the dark alone this morning, walking for the first 8km of my day under a star-filled sky and along a moonlit path. It was wonderful.
The sun rose as I headed out of the village of Torres del Rio, and I spent much of the next hour just in front of a trio of men, one of whom wore a flowing, arabic style robe, and played a ukulele as he walked, singing along with his friend. It was surreal, and yet… it felt very much a Camino experience. This kind of stuff doesn’t tend to happen on Britain’s long distance trails, but in the Camino de Santiago it’s not just long distance walking types who are drawn to the trail. My fellow ‘peligrinos’ come from all over the world, some with interesting tales to tell, a tiny handful with tales SO talk they make the person delivering them look a little small.
The first few hours of my Camino journey aside (which were in France), I’ve spent the last six days walking through the Navarre province of northern Spain. It’s a beautiful place, full of seeping views and picture-perfect villages, and I feel very lucky to be here. That said, I kind of swept through many of those places today on a one woman mission to get to the culinary delights of Lognoño. Turns out Daria felt the same – we met 6km out of the city, having walked at one heck of a pace to be the first arrivals at the municipal hostel. So quickly in fact that we had to wait 25 minutes for it to open at 1pm. Got the coveted ‘first beds’ and then we were off to one of the top Trip Advisor-rated tapas bars in the city. Not sure if I’m on a walking holiday or a tapas crawl… but I’m enjoying myself, whatever it is!