Monday morning, no bars open – walk on to the next town on empty tummies….
And we’re staying in a nice place too. We had heard that the municipal albergue was nothing to write home about and expensive, so a quick look on hostelbookers.com showed us an apartment for a bit less – and IS worth writing home about. Beds, not bunks….sheets….towels…washing machine…kitchen with oven and dishwasher….couches in a lounge….and a bottle of wine on arrival. Grandpa decided to just wait here for the next week, but we’ll drag him farther along the road tomorrow.