Eleven-ish mile walk, neither thrilling nor dull. But I do think I am beginning to run out of steam. Maybe it is the weather….heavy air, if you know what I mean. Anyway, staying at an apartment with all the amenities for two nights. The biggest thrill is the kitchen. Again, dueño—Joan—gave me eggs, a good thing, because I am sick to death of tuna and sardines. He will also pick me up in Ripoll tomorrow, which is great, since now I will not have to rendez vous at a prearranged time with taxi. In fact, he has been super amable. Turns out he and his wife, also muy amable, have a daughter who is finishing up a PhD program in biomedicine at Virginia Tech. Hola, Nuria (si estás leyendo ésto).
This being a slow news day, let me just note that I have yet to see a single postcard for sale.
¡Hola! See that horse in the background?
I think they like each other:
Startled to see a first sign of autumn at the end of July:
The mountains are still in view:
This was described as a fortified farm:
Grandma Goes Coastal 