I just love the Spanish way of living . I even think I prefer it to the French - never thought I would say that ! Huesca was not a large town but by night fall - say 10ish - crowds desend on it's centre - all drinking cannia ( beer ) with frosted glasses - wonderful - and the ladies - whatever their age get smartly dressed and go out in 3s and 4s . Chit -chat the whole night - their husbands usually congregate in the bar or - even better - by the door - so they know exactually whose coming and going .
Last night I stayed in a hostel - actually had an en-suit room - which is quite rare . But when I arrived the 'old man' who was at the reception desk ( why are they always' old men ') was asleep in his chair . Do you think I could awake him ?
The bell didn't work - never does in these places - so I went round his side and gave him a prod . You'll never see someone jump like he jumped . There was still life in the old boy . He said something in his native tongue which if you translated would probably say ' I heard you were heading this way ... Rog '.
I feel I'm beginning to relax more now . My destination is - what - 5 days away . The hard slog - one feels -is behind me and I'm almost in familiar territory . It was a super ride today . Never a slog . Wide open country and more tractors than cars . Monzon doesnt seem to quite have the ambiance of a Soria or a Huesca . But perhaps one should wait till 10 .
Cu x
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