The campground’s pit-roasted lamb dinner was every bit as delicious as we remembered – a joint of lamb brought sizzling in a pan and carved by the chef at our table, accompanied by green olives, lovely crusty bread, fries and salad.
I ate as much as I could and still had plenty to take away for tomorrow’s meals – a really excellent birthday dinner.
The next morning we weren’t in any great hurry to leave so took a nice long walk along the main street of the town.
As usual in this area it’s all about the Camino, with auberges all over the place, as well as a nice plaza and some cafe/bars.
We did get away right around noon, stopping to say goodbye to the owners and letting them know how much we enjoyed staying there – and the dinner last night – and promising to return.
The drive to Logrono didn’t take that long, and we found the aire no problem – we’d been there two years ago. It’s just on the north edge of the city in an area chock-full of sports fields and activities. Nice and flat with lots of trees, very near the river.
In the morning we took a walk to the river, then east along the lovely pathway to the large pedestrian bridge, passing a skateboard park along the way.
We only came to the town to see Ricardo (Richard) and to pick up three cases of Rioja to take back to France – he was able to meet with us a bit early, along with his daughter Lucy.
It was so nice to see them again, especially as we’d not been able to come to Spain last year. We took another walk with them, this time to a cafe where we sat outside and chatted for a bit.
Lucy has grown up so much – she was only 12 or so when we first met her, and now she’s in her final year of school before entering university next year – a very lovely and beautiful young lady.
When we told them where we’d been the last couple of days they were so surprised – it’s the place that Richard’s father was born and grew up in – he still has cousins and other family there. I showed them the photos I’d taken and they recognized almost every place.
Right after Richard and Lucy left we also got under way, deciding to go all the way back to Mansle rather than stopping partway. We made a stop very near the French border to pickup a couple more things and once again crossed over without even a question, only knowing we’d crossed the border when we passed the sign saying ‘France’.
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