Day 8, Navarrete

I left early and saw very few others today. I arrived in Navarrete at about 12:30, having walked 22 km.

I got lost this morning, I walked over to take a picture of a statue and then started going the wrong direction. Luckily I came across someone who could point me the right way. Only lost about 15 minutes, but it's a bit difficult in the cities.

The whole way out of Logrono was very nice - for about 9 of the 12 km to Navarrete, I walked through parks and by a lake. I saw many cycling pilgrims, but almost no one walking my direction. The were a lot of locals in the parks, though.

Here there is a large section of path next to a chain-link fence by the highway. Pilgrims have attached hundreds of crosses to the fence using whatever sticks are in the area.

I am the first to arrive (and so far the only person staying here). I paid 7 Euros to have all my clothes washed and dried. Compare this to 50� for washing in Los Arcos. However I am happy to have clean and dry clothes in 2 hours.

I bought a small tank top in Viana to have another clothing option for the evenings. To compensate, I left the pillow I'd used on the plane, but not since.

I'd like to buy a scarf that I can wrap for a skirt if I see something lightweight and suitable. Otherwise, I am always wearing my walking clothes or my sleeping shirt/shorts in the evenings.

I also paid for the communal dinner at 7, which the Hospitalero pointed out will not be very communal if no one else arrives. He said it is not very busy these days, which was also my experience walking today.

I took a look around town before dinner, after getting my clothes back. I bought a scarf to go with the shirt. I can just wrap it around twice and tie it if I suck in a bit, so it works as a skirt. I'm going to wear it to dinner tonight. I also bought food for tomorrow because it looks like there is nothing for the first 17 kms.

There are two French women here also, but on a different room. So I still have this room to myself and will have others at dinner, and can practice my French a little. I enjoyed the conversation (in French) at dinner, but the food was sub-par. It tasted fine, but the was no protein except a small yogurt for dessert. And, oddly, no bread.

We were commenting that we would have liked a bit of chicken in the pasta or egg in the salad.

Lake at Parque de la Grajera

Different style of shell marker

Gorgeous sunrise this morning

Peregrino statue where I got lost

Leaving Logrono

Rosa del Camino de Santiago

Crosses in the fence

My new tank top