I spent one more wine-filled morning in Laguardia (for other people, not me) before heading out to the big city. The vinotecas open at 11 and everyone (except me) was in full swing by 11:15. If you head to the bar first thing in the morning and order wine for breakfast, you might have a drinking problem. But if you go to a vinoteca first thing in the morning, order a gran reserva rioja, swirl it in the glass and savor its complexity, you’re a connoisseur. There were lots of connoisseurs in Laguardia today.
When this town was built in the 1300’s this spot wasn’t just a great place to admire the sunrise, it was also a good place to fire canons from. However, not too many canons because there are so many wine caves carved into the rock below the streets, there was concern that the whole place could collapse if there’s too much weight up above. To this day, very little parking is available in town for that reason.
In the afternoon, I arrived in Logroño, the jumping-off point for my next stop, and realized that this is where the Ebro River and I part ways for good; it to head southeast to the ocean and me to head south to do some other things. It’s been fun, Ebro, or should I just say “bro.”
Logroño, a city of 150,000 is the largest dose of urban life I’ve had on this trip so far. I kind of enjoy the chaos and the traffic. Tomorrow, I am leaving civilization and heading back into the wilderness.
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