Day 8: Torres del Rio to Logroño

We actually managed to get our hands on some toast this morning with the coffee before heading out. Toast! Imagine. It is the small things that make you happy on this trip. It was quite a pleasant walk today and short, so we got into Logroño at about 12. We stayed with the padres in the Parrochial house and we were lucky we got there early as they only had 23 beds and the others that came after had to sleep Japanese style on little mattresses on the ground. There is a famous street for tapas in Logroño so we headed out there with a couple of others and we had a great afternoon, popping around from tapas bar to tapas bar. You eat one, have a little beer (called a "corto" which is about half a half pint) and move on to the next place. It was nice to get some proper Spanishy type food other than the peregrino meals. We had good craic and balmed out in the square then with a few more. I went and got my Spanish phone fixed then and it was dinner back with the padres at half 8. There was about 35 of us, all together and it was really lovely. Spanish, Italian, Hungarian, German, English, whatever. You name it, we had it. After dinner then we went down to the church and had evening prayer. There were leaflets in a couple of different languages and Maura and I took the Spanish one, just so we could follow along, as we presumed it would all be in Spanish. As it turns out, each part of the prayers would be said in a different language and I don´t know what it was but in the middle of it I just started welling up a bit... I don´t know what happened me... Thinking about the reasons, the different people in my life, the distance, us all on this together, being in the church at that hour, empty and so peaceful... I wasn´t expecting that...

Anyway, bit of drama later on that evening with people not turning off the light early enough (people need their sleep on this thing!!) but it was grand and the padres had the breakfast all laid out for us the next morning again at 5.