Villavante

The inn keepers Mercedes and Maximo of Molino Galoches were delightful hosts. They grabbed my bag and hauled it upstairs together (likely they are septuagenarians), “No, no! We give servicio de España!” A enjoyable dinner (veal culets, vegetables, salad and a nice Rioja red wine. Finished with flan!) with four Brits and a Singaporean woman. Breakfast was toast and apple jam with strong cafe negro. Taxi with the Brits back to Mazarife to cover there to Villavante. The Way was flat roadside rising only to overpass train or highway, one other highway to cross directly. 10-15 mph headwind from the West, sunny but cool, then on to Hospital de Orbigio arriving at noon and lunching at the top rated Bar El Puente. A “tortilla”, more a potato and egg frittata with cafe negro con azucar. Some amazing chickens here and Euro elevator Tom Jones and Julio Iglesias.

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…” – Dr. SeussOkumaya devam et