Calzadilla del tera

On a sunday there's not much to expect here. The town. Was dead. I repeat, dead. This was along the Roman road the the Camino follows which was interesting. The 17th legion left some markers here and there were numerous other things in the area. We did find one bar open and we had all the tapas they had and split them between Norm, Jane, Gioele and I. Coffee was good. Not much else to do. Laundry, shower and chill. Wait for the next day. Christophe beat us to the albuergue where he seemed to be sick. He threw up and stayed in bed. Talking on the phone. He did not stay with us after thatWeiterlesen