My Camino de Santiago

This morning we had to leave our German albergue to stay at the municipal one closer to downtown. As we approached the street for our hostel, an older man wearing an apron stopped us to ask if we were pilgrims. Upon finding we were exactly that, he invited us to follow him. So we did, with some trepidation mind you, and he led us to a bakery that had a huge line of customers queued up way down the street.
He brought us through the line, behind the counter and into the medieval kitchen where wood fires were blazing. He was the owner of this establishment that has been making churros for over 200 years and his kitchen was full of bustling men using a large hose to feed churros dough into large vats of hot oil. Long wooden tongs were used to turn the long coil of dough and finally to lay the churros on a tray where they were chopped into segments.
Our benefactor served us hot delicious churros straight from the tray. Heaven!
We later learned that he only opens his shop Sunday mornings until all the churros sell, which is quickly judging by the line of customers. What an honour to be his guests!
Later, we had tortilla Navarro for lunch and paella for supper in the square near city Hall, all famous dishes in this part of Spain.Read more