On foot across Europe

Into Navarra - Day 34

April 24th, 2008 Posted in Fiesta, Spain | No Comments »

VianaAfter crossing a great bridge, a long, slow climb takes us into Navarra, the heart of the Basque country. The effort is rewarded by Viana, a hilltop town will panoramic views behind. It’s an enchanting place of old mansions and cobbled streets – the masons here use many different coloured stones to make elaborate patterns and mosaics in the ground.

The route continues over low but steep hills with many scrubby trees and something we haven’t seen so far – the silvery grey of olive groves. For once the camino isn’t visible for miles ahead, instead being hidden by the hills and countless twists and turns, making the walking much more interesting. By mid afternoon we reach the village of Torres del Rio, almost entirely made up of huge, ancient stone mansions, with carved heraldic symbols adorning the walls. There’s a fascinating octagonal Romanesque chapel here, small inside but very tall and elegant with a Moorish Torres del Riostar design at the point of the vaulting inside. It’s unique, and no-one really knows its purpose; one theory is that it’s a mausoleum for pilgrims who died on their journey. After dropping our bags in at the hostel, we make a short walk up to the next village, Samsol, a twin to Torres but sited on the hilltop above and the benefit of a great view back down. Perhaps it’s just the contrast with the commercial hubbub of Logrono, but it feels so peaceful here, and far from the modern world.

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Lazy in Logrono - Day 33

April 14th, 2008 Posted in Fiesta, Spain | No Comments »

Santiago Matamoros (Moor-slayer) carving, LogronoThis is a wealthy, modern city filled with trendy cafes and shops, a business centre rather than a tourist one. This provides us with the perfect excuse to do very little but relax, rest in the park and munch empaňadas – slices of delicious pies with all types of fillings. In the supermarket, they sell some of that super-tough bread we struggled to eat in Galicia – pan Gallego they call it here, and charge a premium. We’re so lazy we can’t even raise the effort to go out for dinner in the evening, instead buying two carrier bags full of delicious nibbles, a fine bottle of Reserva Rioja, and smuggling them past the reception guy up to our room.

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New boots - Day 32

April 11th, 2008 Posted in Fiesta, Spain | No Comments »

Logrono from our roomHelen is still dehydrated from yesterday’s heat and is suffering with headaches today; once you’re dehydrated it takes at least a day of constant drinking to get your system back to normal. Luckily it’s cloudy so at least she shouldn’t get any worse.

The lovely Rioja countryside seems almost as green as Galicia, and by lunchtime a climb past a gigantic black wooden cut-out of a bull, advertising whiskey, reveals the wide expanse of the city of Logroňo, with pretty parkland around a reservoir in the foreground. Once into the city we pass through seemingly endless suburbs of manicured lawns and huge blocks of smart modern flats built on a grid pattern. After asking several times which direction is the centre, we eventually find it, stopping to pick up our post and the new boots I’d had sent to the post office, find a quiet room and at last get some sleep.

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Fiesta de San Pedro - Day 31

April 9th, 2008 Posted in Fiesta, Spain | No Comments »

Cathedral at Santa DomingoIt’s only a few miles into Santa Domingo de la Calzada, founded by its namesake, another saint who dedicated his life to helping pilgrims on their way (after he was refused entry to San Milan monastery due to his illiteracy). The cathedral is, however, more famous for its chickens, chirping away incongruously in a gilded cage high on the wall inside. These relate to a miracle which occurred here in the early Middle Ages. A family of German pilgrims was staying in the town when their son was propositioned by the innkeeper’s daughter. Being a devout pilgrim, he spurned her advances. Pride dented, she hid some of the church’s silver in his pack and reported him to the authorities as a thief. After being found guilty, the young man was executed according to the custom of the time; which meant being hung and then left on a gibbet to rot. His parents (seemingly taking this heartbreak in their stride) continued their pilgrimage to Compostela, and again stayed in Santa Domingo on their return journey. They approached the gibbet to find their son was still alive (personally, I think they should have checked the month before). They ran to tell the Mayor this incredible news. The mayor was eating roast chicken for supper at the time; being keen on his food his was angry at the disturbance and exclaimed ‘Your son is about as alive as this chicken!’, whereupon the birds on his plate reassembled themselves, complete with feathers, and flew away, chirping. It’s the very same birds that have been kept in the cathedral ever since – apparently.

We’ve now entered the Rioja region, famed worldwide for its wines. The rolling vineyards are backed by distant mountains to the north, some wooded and some rocky, whilst cypress trees and hilltop, pan-tiled villages make it appear like I’d imagine Tuscany. We shall see. It would be pleasant going, but it’s over 40oC, and I’m relieved when we begin descending between red sandstone rocks into Najera, nestled beneath a cliff.

We try to head straight for the hostel, but there’s a rising crescendo of noise as we enter the streets, and we’re stopped by a jam of several thousand people having an enormous water fight and push-me pull-me contest, most of them with t-shirts ripped in the struggle. The fiesta of San Pedro (St. Peter) is in full swing, and it’s crazy; this is a small town so I can hardly imagine what San Fermin will be like when we reach Pamplona. We are pointed to the backstreets for another route to that hostel. There’s a hundred beds to each room so combined with the chaos outside I’m not expecting much sleep tonight. Still, they issued us with free ‘pilgrim swim’ tickets for the town’s outdoor pool, so we do get the chance to cool off and relax.

Band at Najera fiesta

Later, we dine al fresco at a street side bar and take in the some of the party atmosphere with a bottle of the local Rioja. Service is relaxed for a change, as a marching five piece brass band careers around the streets before piling into our bar to cadge free-drinks, pursued by scores of revellers. They all lie down, jump up, run forward and stop in time to the music as they progress round the streets. Round the corner a huge stage has been set up for more music, but we have to head back as the hostel locks its doors at ten. Instead, the noise of music, dancing and fireworks combines with a hundred snoring pilgrims as we lie awake through the small hours.

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The Big Paella - Day 30

April 6th, 2008 Posted in Fiesta, Spain | 2 Comments »

Pilgrim door-knocker, Granon HostalWe’re passing frequently through villages again, which is good news as it means I don’t have to carry four kilos of water, with every Spanish village having a public fountain. Many houses here are stone to the top of the ground floor windows, with timber framing and plaster above. At home such houses would be restored and treasured, but here they are falling into ruin, many having become derelict whilst their owners have moved into a modern house they’ve built in the garden – a real shame, but I suppose it’s much cheaper than renovation. For once outsiders moving in with a little cash to invest would seem a good idea. There is virtually no traffic; car ownership here is so low that in one village the dusty football pitch has its goals on opposite sides of the main road.

Finally we reach a town of old houses clustered on a hilltop; Graňon. We wonder around looking for the hostel before noticing that the side door of the church has a brass knocker in the shape of a pilgrim staff, gourd and scallop shell – the hostel is within. The interior is wonderfully ancient and seems to have been purpose built at the same time as the church itself whilst the bell tower is used for hanging out your clothes to dry. Run by friendly religious volunteers; the service provided here includes meals and the ‘donations only’ approach is taken to an extreme – the money box on the sideboard is left open with a sign telling you to ‘leave what you can afford; or take what you need’. In the evening, the village priest comes to dine with the pilgrims and a giant paella is cooked on a three foot wide pan sitting on a burner, and is accompanied with wine, salads and fruits. Afterwards, we’re given the option of either heading into the church next door to pray, or doing the washing up instead; I opt for the latter.

The Big Paella!

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