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The first day on the Camino in 2015 we walked from Logrono to the town of Navarrete. We picked up exactly where we left off three years earlier at the bridge called Puenta de Piedra (Bridge of Stone). I believe this was a short 12.7 kilometer (7.2 miles) walk.



Our train tickets, I believe.


This is the Puenta de Piedra, also known as the Bridge of San Juan de Ortega. It spans the Ebro. We will meet him again, as we stayed at his monastery and he is famous for helping build out the Camino and particular the bridges on the Camino.

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Tradition has it that the bridge was built by Ortega or Santa Domingo de la Calzada in the 12th Century, but there is evidence that a bridge was here as early as the 11th century. In particular, there is a reference to it from 1095. We will also encounter Santa Comingo de la Calzada again later in our journey.

Floods had destroyed the bridge, and on Sept 1, 1880 there was boat that was perhaps used as a temporary repair for a broken part of the bridge sank or capsized and resulted in the drowning of 90 people from Infantry Regiment No. 23.




We stayed in the Albergue de Perrigrinos to Navarrete on Calle la Cruz.


Approaching Navarrete.


Map of Navarrete.


Map of Navarrete 2.


On the Calle del Coso was the "running of the bulls" playtime. The bulls were usually not big or particularly fierce, but it was wild enough. The bulls would come out for a bit, and then grow tired of chasing people around. Then the bull would be led away and a new one sent out.


Bulls 1. The Plaza de Toros de Navarrete.


Bulls 2


Bulls 3


Bulls 4


Bulls 5


Bulls a


Bulls b


Bulls c


Bulls d


Bulls aftermath


Just around the corner, near the Plaza Mayor, there was this event with lots of contests for children.


The kids dressed up in a fancy outfits and I believed they danced about a bit, as if in a talent show. I can't really remember.


Eventone was there, perhaps in part because they wanted to see their children.


The festival had, I believe, been going on for days, so not all the streets were always crowded.




Iglesia Nuestra Señora de la Asunción


Iglesia Nuestra Señora de la Asunción


The poster


The girls sang popular music, in Spanish, but with a motown like flavor at times. We ate in this same plaza, half a block from the albergue, in a place called the "Casa de comidas Begoña y Antonio".


They sang and sang. They were very good.


But the music never stopped. At 5 in the morning they were still going, blasting into our albergue where no one, except Margie, was able to sleep. She slept like a baby throughout the night. I don't think anyone else in the room got so much as a wink. It was really, really loud. Almost like being at a rock concert and near the stage.

The next day we walked to Nájera.