Sahagún, Spain

On our hike this day, we were surprised to see Vivian and Tony go by in a wagon pulled by two horses. Apparently they were overcome by injuries so hitched a ride onwards. We stopped short of the suggested next stage because it was just too far for our bodies to go in a day. We wound up stopping in this Podunk town to stay in its one small hotel which also served as the main restaurant: Hotel Camino Real Leon. The hotel manager was a real flirt, finding reasons to fluff my hair or flatter me which put Norm off. The walk was just a bit shorter giving us a reprieve, but then, after a hearty dinner there was nowhere to go, and not much to see. I wound up feeling a bit sick, so we called it a night early. The hotel was full of Germans, French and Dutch people who were all about our age which got me to wondering to see so many geezers doing a very taxing journey. That night I had lovely technicolor dreams of home, surrounded by dear friends. I woke from a deep sleep feeling refreshed and recovered.