|The effect of chocolate|
The guidebook we carried said 'Ermita de las Cuevas is a good spot to rest and enjoy the shady trees'. I couldn't go on; had slept poorly, and feet were giving me lots of jip. These boots were not made for walking the camino, and this is their last appearance. David kept a lookout for wolves, and a 20 minute ZZZ made all the difference to my stamina.
The Logrono experience was a mixture: big city, refugio hard to find; dinner hard to find too as 'It is not the time when the Spanish eat', so we ended up with a picnic on the bed; actually a wonderful chorizo, but not good not to have hot food at the end of a hard day. Also went looking for new boots; mercifully, 8 pm seems to be the time when the Spanish go looking for new boots; hard to tell if they fit when the foot is so sore it cannot bear to be touched. Success. Fearfully committed myself to new boots, and resolved to leave old boots behind in Logrono refugio the next morning.
|The descent into Logrono|
|I can't go on....|