the C wakes up at five and a half to 6 and is' out into the darkness of the moonless nights in the country. Without making arrangements there is Thorill walk in 3 (Canadian), a Spaniard in his thirties (Miguel) and myself. A few hundred meters ahead of us there 'Patrick with whom I had dinner the previous evening. We seek the way to scramble the information in Rioja are approximate and a bit 'lacking, just before the junction to reach the suction cup to consult on a way forward (win' the one that leads to the breakfast). A suction cup there 'a single draft that opens at 8:30, since not even the 7 we have to continue to Najera, pretty riverside town. We make a good breakfast as used here, rest a moment, then continue the walk up to the room where Azofra albergue provides a pool to dip your feet, a small pool, I'd say 4x4 meters. We also reach Patrick by which the exchange-undirizzo and never to have news of his journey (and 'the first time). A bit of rest and 'evil before shooting Ciruena. A small lunch in a local golf course where I was afraid we would not be allowed to enter and route to Santo Domingo de la Calzada. The sitazione? Shortly after 13, with the sun beating down, after 31 km on foot in the last two uphill, we were not a certain grandeur, the people here are not formalized, perhaps will be 'the habit of seeing people walking for some time. My legs hurt, I always have pain in my right ankle and now the left (in par-condicio) wants to have your say.
I enclose a link to the blog of Torill
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