Rio Ebro

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Over the montañas and thru the wood

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Over the montañas and thru the wood

It was a coffee-less trek through ten miles of oak, pine, mud, and flies. Pine pollen kicked Bob’s allergies in the head. My need for morning caffeine kicked me into a headache.

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There's a Mike in Logroño

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There's a Mike in Logroño

Bob and I walked into Logroño, a bustling city on the banks of Río Ebro. Wheels screeched. Music blared. People hollered. Buildings of steel and glass rubbed against their stone counterparts. It was a mix of the modern and the medieval, a blend of Spain’s yesterday and today.