The majority of yesterday’s walk, from Logrono to Sotes, was through vineyards in the Rioja. The vines were dripping with large, densely packed and heavy bunches. Some vineyards were trellised and irrigated, but not so for many others. Though large, rounded riverbed pebbles were a feature of the soil. After a fairly leisurely 15 km walk (allowing my feet to ease back into walking), I reached my hostel for the night. Sotes is a small village and one km off the Camino but, as the Camino has been so busy, I still expected that there would be others at the hostel. I had been imagining that the eight bed hostel would have eight pelegrinos cosily chatting around the eight-seater table (as depicted in the wayside adverts). As it turned out, there were no other travellers until a cyclist booked in late. No complaints, as we got a room each, a very good meal and and the obligatory bottle of Rioja to share between us. My hostel companion was from Adelaide, which amused our hosts who live in a village of 250. But given that Adelaide operates with 2 rather than 6 degrees of separation it did not seem a strange coincidence. It all seemed perfectly normal drinking Rioja in Rioja and chatting to someone from Adelaide.