La Rioja was a quiet place. At siesta time you could've heard a pin drop on the stone streets of the medieval towns. Whatever activity persisted would certainly be centered around a pintxo bar in the main plaza of town; perhaps a table occupied by a group of workers stopping for rest and a bite to eat, or a family on holiday. Spaniards here like to sit. We would often pass a bench on the outskirts of town occupied by an elderly couple or two friends. Often they were talking; just as often they were not. People in La Rioja understand how to take life slowly, which is a miraculous thing for two Americans to see. However, we took the cue and passed the time slowly ourselves, and on more than one occasion enjoyed a bottle of cava over the course of an afternoon on our terrace.