Beautiful walk to Grado

We are now on the Primitivo path proper, the first 2 days were just a link from the Norte. Spain now has so many caminos as it's good for business.
We started off at 7.20 after a good sleep with earplugs as we were right in the middle of town with buses, distcarts and motorbikes making a racket.
The outskirts are modern, new posh blocks, a train line to commute and some nice urban green spaces. The weather was perfect, grey but dry. The forecast rain has held off. Fiona was in duracell bunny mode as usual so I fell back after a while and ended up talking to a couple from Fuengirola, which is where I spent my teenage years. The countryside is farmland, on increasingly large hills, little hamlets, but far fewer second homes. We managed to get a coffee after a couple of hours and met some more pilgrims but no tortilla. There was another bar further on where we were informed that the food was ganz scheiss by a german. They offered to make us omelette which were actually really good, and you cant go wrong with fizzy water in a,gorgeous blue bottle. The last section of the walk was just me ambling through a wood, by a raging river, through an ancient village and across 1.6km of water meadow.
I had booked a hostel in an old building. When we checked in we were led to a dorm room with very tired looking bunks. I was sure I had booked a,private room so queried it and paid the extra for privacy, towels, sheets, our own bathroom and no snoring. Still only 26 pounds a night each.Okumaya devam et