Thursday, June 23, 2016
Calzadilla de la Cueza to Puerta de Sahagun
Relative to the very small towns in which we had been staying, Sahagun was decent sized. Lots of public art, such as this pilgrim in metal.
We had booked a taxi to take us to Sahagun, but the driver didn’t show up at the agreed hour, so the hotel owner drove us there.
We were both tired. We had long siestas and then dinner. James ordered spaghetti, but when it came it had egg in it, so he wouldn’t eat it. Amazingly, spaghetti–the so-typical dish of Italy–is almost always among the choices on the Pilgrim’s Menu for the first course. I guess it is there because it is inexpensive to make and filling, but perhaps also because it is a popular choice.
James orders it fairly frequently. He always asks what is in it first, but this time the waiter didn’t say that it came with visible boiled egg bits in it. The waiter graciously swapped out the spaghetti for a different dish.
These two acts of kindness by hotel staff along the way–one by the hotel owner offering to drive us himself and then the waiter swapping dishes–are representative of the very nice staff we have met all through our journey.
I took almost no steps today, and my feet were happy. Even so, I couldn’t help but hear the Freddy Fender classic running through my head, “Wasted days and wasted nights….”
Steps Today: 2,657