The Journeyers

The Journeyers
Karen, Beth, and Jerri

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Every Day Is a Winding Road

September 30
And so it seems every day might be.
Today we rise before 7:00, but breakfast will not be until 8:00.  We're not keen on walking in semi-darkness, nor do we want to waste time.  We'll eat somewhere along the trail.
We wind up and down through fields and a large burn area.

In Viana, we try the local church, but Mass is not for another two hours. 

It's a lovely, centuries-old church, with all sorts of wonderful details, such as these patterns made of stones.

We eat at a small bar and, in an almost-dollar store, find a package of three rubber ducks.  Pico Patito has finally found friends to bring home (only the yellow one will live at the Briargate library).

Also in Viana are the ruins of a church, parts of which are being reclaimed from underneath layers of other materials. 

A local man leads us to a small park behind the ruins with fantastic views.  Gotta love that Kraft factory.

As we leave town, we find it touching that the patron saint has a place of honor.

Onward to the next major town, Logroño.














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