Intermission (and Inertia) in Logroño

Asparagus with Jamon, Queso, and Roasted Red Pepper

As I type this up, rain is falling heavily in the main plaza of Belorado and I have ensconced myself beneath the awning of a local bar, praying that my laptop (which has been on the fritz the last five days) will hold out just long enough to allow me to tell you about the most beautiful and perhaps overlooked city in this part of the world, Logrono.

Tangerine sunrise, outside of Los Arcos

Before arriving in Logrono to spend two magical days, I walked through the dusty hills of La Rioja, passing through quiet towns with small stone plazas with names like Estella, Arroniz, Los Arcos, and Viana.

A wedding in Viana

Viana was especially charming; I was there last Saturday, and there was a wedding that had drawn seemingly everyone from the area to celebrate. One thing I can say for sure is that the Spanish seem to think that the more ostentatious one dresses, the better. Women wore elaborate lacy hairpieces, men wore blazers with slacks just about every color of the rainbow, and generally everyone looked like peacocks trying to outdo each other.

The hills are gold

There has been rain on and off since the weekend, so I didn’t linger too long in Viana, and made my way into the center of Logrono.

Iglesia, Logrono

I had a chance to go sightseeing for a little bit, and bumped into some friends from the Camino. We headed down to the well-known Calle Laurel for tapas and wine (I counted three glasses in about 15 minutes) before my excellent Couchsurfing host Alberto picked me up and drove me to the apartment he lives in with his girlfriend Iciar.

Centro, Logrono

The plan was for me to shower, take a nap for a few hours, and then come back into the city to hit some of the local tapas bars, but after climbing into bed I fell fast asleep and didn’t wake up until 3:30 AM, when my hosts came back in from their own night out.

Pinchos y vino con Jorge

The next morning, I was fortunate to meet up with Jorge, a friend through a buddy from my old job in Boston. Jorge was quite the tour guide; he drove me out to La Guardia, an old medieval city on a hill a short car ride (my first in ages) north of Logrono.

From atop La Guardia

La Guardia is known both for its ramparts and its location in the midst of several exceptional wineries, including a few which Frank Gehry designed.

Rainy Saturday in La Guardia

We wandered the streets for a while, then headed back to Logrono, where Jorge is originally from. As such, he knows all the best places to go. In Logrono, everywhere you go to is cheap (literally 1 Euro for a glass of wine), so it isn’t about finding the best deal; it’s simply about finding the bar that makes the best of whatever it is you want.

Patatas bravas con vino

In this case, whatever happened to be patatas bravas; basically, fried potatoes in a piquant tomato sauce with a healthy dose of house mayo. In the states, when I have eaten these they usually come with aioli, but Jorge explained to me that this is simply an American take on the original. I wouldn’t disagree with him on this either, especially because all the other locals in the bar were ordering the same dish.

Bacalao al vasco

Even though I already had a decent amount of food in me, Jorge invited me over to his family’s house for lunch; his parents and sister were extremely gracious and treated me like I was their long-lost cousin. No matter what language is being spoken, some things are exactly the same: Jorge’s parents gave me as much food as I could fit, and his mom in particular sounded just like mine—“Where do you sleep at night if not in the hostel?” and “Are you sure you don’t want to take some food with you when you leave?”

Logrono on Sunday Afternoon

After lunch, Jorge drove me back into the city, where we said our goodbyes. I still had several hours to kill before nightfall, so I wandered around the casco viejo, ate some delicious gelato, and bought a bottle of wine to share with Alberto and Iciar later that evening. The next morning, I left Logrono with a slightly fuller belly than when I arrived, grateful that I had stayed an extra day in this glorious city and hopeful that someday I will return.

14 thoughts on “Intermission (and Inertia) in Logroño

      1. Tarragona está bastante lejos de mis “headquarters”; es una bonita ciudad, llena de monumentos y ruinas de la época en que fuimos parte del Imperio Romano. Te gustará.

  1. Nathan, thanks for the postcard! We got it yesterday. I love reading your blog and seeing the Camino through your eyes.

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