Mansilla de las Mulas, Spain

We hiked 11 more miles to arrive in Frogtown, we didn’t pay attention as we hiked into town because we were enjoying an animated conversation with Tony, who is Spanish and German. So we missed the center of town. It was late and we didn’t want to waste time finding a hotel so we took the last bunks in the Alberque La Laguna which was of course, next to the frog pond. It was run by an Italian Hospitlero, and he was so disorganized that he assigned my bunk twice. Once to Maria, then to me. Next another pilgrim came in and he was assigning it again. At that point, we noticed trouble and I gathered up Maria and myself to solve this problem. After some animated discussion he realized the mistake and came up with a bed for everyone. Maria lucked out with a private room, and I still had my own top bunk. This place was none to clean, but had a sunny garden and a lovely sunset view. You had to provide your own bedding and toilet paper. We had a lovely dinner in town in the fading sunlight with Ursula. We also got to know a few other pilgrims out at the bar. It was a restless night as Norm and I were at opposite ends of the dorm each on top bunks. Everyone was considerate but it was a cacophony of snoring all night. Needless to say, we were up very early seeking breakfast and a dawn getaway. And so was everyone else.