Last night our host kept us entertained with his antics, and he spoke to Rosie and Mikey when I was skyping them, much to their bemusement. We had a good dinner with lots of choice and again asked for my left-over meat to be made into a sandwich for the next day’s journey. Having blown the budget on a posh room I didn’t want to waste anything!
It was another lovely bright morning with lots of interesting cloud formations. We are now crossing the meseta, a completely flat region that stretches for miles in all directions.
Once we left the village travelling on a sand track we came across nothing but scenery for the next 26 km, until we reached the town of Mansilla de la Mulas. It was a hard slog with no break for a rest. But we stopped for lunch in the town, although we chose the wrong cafe, as I didn’t fancy the variety of offal that was on offer for tapas and settled for a small mixed salad.
We had a further 6 km to reach our target of Villarente del Puente which was all alongside a busy road, but we put our heads down against the growing head wind and reached it in good time.
When we arrived the hospitalera told me I would have to sleep in an upper bunk, so dutifully started arranging my stuff on the top deck. But she must have had a change of heart and returned to the dormitory and told me we could move to the room next door and take a lower bunk. I quickly shifted my stuff before she could change her mind.
So I have now showered, done a bit of hand washing and hung it out in the garden and am waiting for supper to be served
at 7:00 pm.
During our travels we have seen a lot of copses, planted in very strict formation, and am wondering what their purpose is. Any ideas?