Itero de la Vega is.... Quiet

As Bruce and I walked into town we were laughing and whistling spaghetti western theme songs; checking each door for an Eastwood.

This town, literally, smells like shit.

But it does have some charm and we found a pleasant albergue with dinner. At the table we have a Turkish archeology PhD, an Argentine and her mother, a woman from Minnesota, a South African man, my California self, and eventually a crazy German who did 52km today.

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