Chapter 14: Viana to Logroño

This morning we woke up to my blood sugar hitting the floor. This is my reckoning. I have to re-learn my diabetes. Both of us have coca cola and candy on us at all times but yesterday wasn’t fun for me because I just couldn’t keep my sugar up.

For that reason, we decided that today would be a test of a couple things: pre-walk eating practices for my sugar, and Becky, re-emerging from Blister Hell. Her feet are enrobed with space age bandage technology, and she has returned to the world like the Messianic figure that has provided inspiration to so many: Robocop.

We started our walk a bit late and took our time. We were only doing about 13kms today and we’re both really glad we decided to do that because we weren’t expecting that Logroño would be such a cool little city. It’s a chic place! You walk in, and the bridges are modern and long, the churches are old and well placed, and the shops are these little artisanal clothing, food, and odds and ends shops that are all a little bit Rock and roll. All in all the takeaway from Logroño is that it is an overwhelmingly COOL city.

We met a British guy, talked to him for a while on a park bench while Becky pretty much laid out her dissertation on blister care to this guy. He learned a lot. It was actually kind of impressive. She leaned hard into getting the blisters under control and before we left Viana this morning was talking about points of landing, pressure centers, if she was making it up (and for all I know she could be) it fooled me. She’s like a REALLY specific podiatrist now…and she hasn’t really stopped reminding me since she patched my feet up.

We parted ways with the British guy, and wandered towards the town church. This is usually where the neatest stuff in town is…so…made sense.

We stopped in at a place called Muuuu… for lunch, and ordered from the counter, and everything was good. Then we checked into our room, which was both cheap and REALLY cool to get into because it was a series of coded doors without ever meeting anyone.

After we checked in, we decided to take a tour of the streets. We both love Logroño, and tried to see as much as we can for the brief time we are here.

We found a massive church that was being prepared for Holy Week here. We did manage to get inside where they were doing a showing. Extremely impressive place. I wish I could have gotten more pictures but there’s a fine line between “being allowed to look” and “being there specifically to look” and we didn’t want to wear out our welcome.

After leaving we just…wandered for a while. It was nice. The streets here are full of chic places and cool little shops and we just sort of looked around.

When we got sick of that we came back close to our room and found a little hole in the wall where I had to struggle to order things in Spanish. Thankfully though..everything I barely ordered was incredibly delicious.

We ate, we drank, and we got tired. It’s bound to happen, even on an easy day.

Before you know it…day is done. Amazing how quickly that happens. Buenos Noches, amigos! Thanks again and we will keep you posted on how her feet are doing. Truthfully, she’s got that part pretty dialed in, and because of her research, had a REALLY fun day. Can’t wait to keep moving tomorrow. Probably another 18 or 20 kms tomorrow, all luck holding out.