3/Agosto/2008 Q HIS morning I have no pain of any kind, are the 6, and 'dark but we are most awake. In a private retreat in which I slept yesterday, there were no rules or timetable closing it for the light in the room, total anarchy, but now we got used to not bother each other and give us everything runs smoothly. The Path to Viana and '"Space piernas" although frankly I do not think so much more' problematic than other stages until now walks. Since I left, five days ago, I only crossed the mountains and hills in a continuous up and down. sinusoids at times regular, other more 'accentuate the upward or downward, but always and only hills. Will reach the plains?
From here (Viana) Logrono seems almost imperceptible down a regular size of the usual fields and vineyards. Someone must have tested their boots for too long and now leaves them on the path. Some hawks play with the heat, light and seemingly immovable, fast back a blue sky with a bright sun now high in the sky. The road continues to the outskirts of Logrogno where a sign indicates that the 'office of tourism and' a beautiful 4 km along a paved path. It is 11 o'clock in the morning, clear skies, 28 degrees. I'm 'leaving Navarre, from now on I will be' in Rioja. A woman sells basic provisions of a sort of cabin on the trail. The guide describes it as a "Pious" woman who helps the "poor tired pilgrims." I can tell you that I asked of 'water (tap water) and sold me a pint for 1 euro (yesterday in a "tienda" I paid 30 cents.). I leave you any feedback since then to my may not be completely detached.
With only Logrono, I think as a citta'grande Pavia. In the square, I saw a lady walking literally takes me by the arm and begins a long tale about a thousand years ago, the people of Logrono resistettoro sieges Franks. El Rio Ebro and 'the most' English grandee, so 'could leave the besieged by a passage hidden behind high walls and fishing at night without being seen. So 'the next evening banquet with plenty of wine and fresh fish. The attackers are quickly discouraged.
rest in a beautiful public park in perifereia west of the country before the 'last little stretch. Take off my shoes, and I lie in the short grass and treated. I still feel a bit weak, I am sorry to the outside of his right foot but I have to continue. The sun crushes me, I hear a voice calling me. Thorille, the Canadian lady. He stops, I offer the fruit, let's talk about 'business we will continue to Navarette.
Certainly this and 'was a good boost for both. 
entering a country boy going to stop us, 22 years old Czech, resting under a pear tree and invites us to taste, there holding out a handful that we accept willingly. We arrive early, drink a beer and talk a little. Albergue have jobs and apprifittiamo to stop here. We are 8 in this room, we talk almost every English. I lose sight of that Thorille Cenera 'only a little later, on the other hand I know Sofia and her friend (the only one who does not speak English) and Patrick. We decide to have dinner in the kitchen of the hostel. Pasta with tomato and tuna salad, and beer ... 4 € per person. The communal kitchen and 'fraquentata and joyful. I see father and son met on the top of Forgiveness, a bike in two. Excellent dinner! A beer and a coffee 'will close the glittering evening. Sorry but some 22 to bolt the door and turn off the light. For tomorrow, "I" in program 35 Km .. 
We will see you as always here, day by day. 
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