Left the albergue at 6am looking for a cup of cafe Americano from our favorite cafe that that has the best pastries in Spain . Bummer it was closed, so I sat on the wall waiting for it to open , Stewart showed up and said lets press on and find another cafe, then I smelled the pastries being baked in the basement of the cafe, the odor of fresh baking wafting from a vent at the sidewalk level, I was salivating a s the owner makes the best pastries, I was bummed that it was closed, when all of a sudden the owner opened her apartment door next to the cafe, do we hold her hostage ? for coffee and pastries ran thru my mind, alas she recognized us from our frequent trips to engourge ourselves with her tasty treats. She opened the cafe and rapidly closed the door behind us, don’t let others see that I am open, she said. She made us personal coffee and offered today’s freshest pastries. She said she only got to bed at 4 am after partying all night, and she would have to open the cafe later , she wished us buen Camino and we were on our way. As we walked thru town the partying was still in full swing, loud music and young people in the streets cocktails in hand viewing the dawn with bloodshot eyes. I walked today 30+ km to Mansilla.
Here are some photos.
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Having coffee and pastry reading your comments…I’m sure yours were better! No running with the Bulls? I’m thinking watching from the sidelines was a smart choice. Love all your pictures but my fave today was the truck hitch…at least I think it’s a truck hitch…as usual, your point of view, thank heavens, is not the norm….lol. Hugs from the Noritake gang 🐰❤️
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Always beautiful flowers wherever you go. Did they use those 11 bulls in the ring? Did you go to the bull fight? I am very surprised by the graffiti. Glad you got your cafe and dulce. Love you much.
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Glad you got your last pastry from the best bakery in Spain! Beautiful flowers, again, great pictures. We’re all living our lives through you right now. Love it!!
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