Category: 2018 Camino

I did try, 2 bars in fact but the internet just did not work so I decide to venture back. Inside the little Bar El Manolo are 3 dusty ageing workmen downing a pint for their thirst. The bar man speaks no English and seems extremely flustered but I’m British so I stick to my guns.

”Quiero Comer y Bebir” I say  (Iwant to eat and drink). He’s banging his watch and pulling a pint but I stand my ground. After all this has all been pre-booked so I am meant to have breakfast here anyway!! And I’m British….and tired!!

He pulls another pint and beckons me to follow him down 3 dingy steps behind a beaded curtain. I follow…..like a lamb. I might get something to eat in a minute.

I can see a couple of wooden tables in the darkness but no one is there and I do know its too early for the Spanish…but I’m longing to go to bed because tomorrow is a huge walking day. I follow slavishly  when …Lo and Behold ….he pulls across a glass door and in front of me is a huge conservatory buzzing with life and Spanish families out at the weekend. I cant believe it. The food is scrumptious…not a Pilgrim menu I hasten to add…kids are running around, singing and chasing the cats and spilling onto a beautiful garden shaded in Bouganvillae!!

I just look at him.

“I can wait for dinner “ I splutter as the Spanish lunch is only just finishing…if I can have a Spanish Gin and Tonic in the garden. He smiles.

It’s a deal. I’m in heaven……..round every corner there is silver!!!