Leon

     We took our time this morning. We started out with a jaw workout for breakfast. Not the gift of gab type but the chewing type. I thought toasting any type of stale bread and coating it with any form of preferred spread can make almost everything edible. This bread had to be circa last month. It literally took a half hour to chew with very little chance of fully digesting it. I heard the bar proprietor offer pan to every single customer that came for coffee, he must have a stockpile of this. I notice no one except us finished theirs. Every Somalian mother would be proud of us.

     Today was our last bike day to the beautiful city of Leon. I never mentioned that the last 3 bike days have been ridden against a constant headwind. The wind was a no show and the 40 km to Leon was done in two hours. We felt strong, young and energetic and we celebrated it in Leon with the worst meal since we arrived in Spain. At least the toast this morning was unpretentious. We had cold , wet paella and soggy deep fried calamari. This meal was the counterpoint of how we felt this morning.

Zoom into the bike to see the makeshift spoiler for the fast ride to Leon.

Too sad to part with our bikes.😩😩

     Laura is down with her cold and it is Sunday so nothing is open. Never can find a pharmacist when you need one. Pretty sure we are missing dinner again but our hotel is right above the best dessert bar so I am not worried. My friend Gretchen posted in Facebook today about a Tibetan quote that says: 

To live a long and happy life, eat half as much, walk twice as long, laugh three times as much and love without limits. I wonder what 3 out of 4 gets me?

From our hotel window. The awning is that of the dessert bar.