Saturday, 16th September.
Things that happened during this morning's walk:
1 We nearly got lost in a construction site. We
weren't alone; as we entered the construction site a familiar
voice greeted us: "The beautiful girls from Canadia! And the boy
kangaroo from Australia!" Yes, the Brazilians were lost too.
After a few minutes of wandering around the big sandpit we blundered
our way out.
2 Some dogs were barking at us from behind a high fence.
"C'mon, jump the fence!" I bravely taunted. I started telling the
girls one of my dull stories, in this case the one where I give
a dog "the forks". Well would you believe it they didn't know what
the forks are. So I demonstrated, and they were all mocking-like.
I tried to explain it, but they didn't get it. So if anyone is
travelling to Canada, feel free to give everyone the forks, they
won't know what you're doing.
3 We saw a peahen. Ok, it's not that exciting.
All three of us were suffering from sore feet as we entered
Najera. We'd been walking on hard ground and sealed roads all day.
After we checked in at the refugio, Dave the Australian turned up,
sans Isabel. Her knees had finally given up.
After siesta, we ventured out into the streets of Najera.
The city was half-closed, many shops don't re-open after siesta.
The heladeria was open, and we all bought ice creams! Not as
nice as the ones we bought in Logrono, but what the hey. Then we
tried to find an open supermarket. (Finding a closed one was too
easy.) We walked right to the edge of town, without success. "We
need Marcello!" As if divinely ordered, Marcello appeared. Sure
enough Marcello knew where there was an open supermarket. He took
us there and collected his usual commission from the shopkeeper.
That night there was a fiesta in Najera. But we were three
weary pilgrims. The fireworks of the fiesta filled my dreams with
gunfire and explosions.