“I’ll have the lobster bisque ‘n oysters.”

“Que? No tenemos lobster.”

“Tis” the Bay “o” Biscay. Gimme some ‘o’ that fish “n” grog, blast ye.”

“Cap’n be a complete addle. Again. We ain’t even crossed a puddle in 3 days.”

“Awwk! Pieces’o’ bait!”

Fabulous hospitality at the small hotel. A rather large breakfast of ham and tostada juice and coffee

The walk apart from the final ascent and descent was literally a walk in the park. Parque naturale Sierra Norte. Excellent path. Many trees stripped of bark and then painted with some type of red preservative we are guessing.

Much shorter walk today; QB interjected as I was doing this pointing out that it was all uphill. Not quite, only gained about 150 m but we were going up and down a great deal. The final ascent was a very steep climb and then a very steep descent. Both somewhat dangerous.

At the big ascent/descent it started to pour at the top and therefore made it very slippery especially as we got close to the town where some idiot paved the place with stones that are especially slippery in the rain.

A numbers of jamon factories in this town.

Café lunch should have been excellent but had so much salt in the mushrooms and in the homemade gazpacho that it was inedible even for QB who salts all food. Very likely from everything made with Jamon in some form or shape or other. Gazpachos even had bits of ham in it and apple. We ate only the good salad.

The temperature at the end of the walk was 30° cooler today than yesterday.

A short walk around town shows that once again every town in this area has nothing but white houses for obvious reasons.