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... Fernando’s father knew
the local area very well, of course, but he wasn’t that familiar
with Madrid, and he was supposed to go there next week. Goran just
logged in to his GPS API control panel and installed the
To return us a
favor, Alonso promised to take us to see a bullfight. Fishing at
Pamplona is one thing, but watching the bullfight is quite disgusting
to me… At least ...
Up nice and early to head into town. There was a feeling of nervous energy on the bus because it was time for the running of the bulls. First thing we noticed was the state of the city. It was absolute carnage after yesterday's activities. Massive piles of rubbish everywhere, stickiness all over the ground, Spanish people passed out on park benches, absolute carnage! The city goes absolutely crazy for this event. We were led forward to the entrance for the bull run. The hold us ...
... over. I have been frustrated that it takes so long to get each point and that we are do warn by the end of each day. I lay my head down each night.. thanking GOD ( but we call him Doug) .. for the it the bit of mist, WI do or overcast skies as this is indeed difficult. I thanked the sister for not complaining. . Not once.. I have needed to slap myself when I question .. what the hell have I got us into! Tommorrow ...
... settled into a nice pace.
We hiked on a mostly dirt path through the country side where the trail weaved in and out of forest and then parallel to the highway. Along the way, Sue had the pleasure of meeting and hiking with Hans, a very tall man from Amsterdam. They soon joined Johnna and I and we all enjoyed hearing his story on the Camino. We crossed over several Medieval bridges before we made our way to Trinidad de Arre, which is ...
... a renegade group mainly the Aussies led by Alan all headed off to the pub as Aaron foolishly told them the beers were only 2 euros each. The Spanish traditionally don't eat their main meal until 10 - 10.30 pm but as a consideration for our meal times the hotel was going to feed us at 9, even that was too late for many of us and a few opted out, not us of course we'd eat anytime.
Tomorrow we are off to Madrid, Adios until ...