Anyway, I ran into the Swiss guys at dinner - actually one is French and they're actually very nice. The Swiss guy whose name sounds like 'Johnnie' is 75 and walked twice as far as me today. Not sure how old the French guy (Daniel) is but probably mid to late 60s. He also walked twice as far as me.
So I've crossed from Andalucia to Extremadura and apparently it's pig country. I encountered some free range pigs who looked as happy as clams. Extremadura feels a good kind of different from Andalucia. It feels more Spanish. Of course I'm only one town in, so we'll see. It's still pretty damn cheap. My deluxe room with excellent wifi, an adjustable radiator (for drying clothes I washed in the sink) and a to go lunch for tomorrow came to 25euros.
The place I stayed last night in Real de la Jara was the worst. The guy who ran it was very nice but the neighborhood reminded me of the laundry where Walt cooked meth in Breaking Bad. People were SMOKING CIGARETTES in the bar for Gods sake and those damn smoking drinking whippersnappers were hollering and making a rukus till 4 am. I felt like yelling for them to get off my damn lawn.
Anyway I'm going to take a nap and try to wake up to watch the Mets at 2:30. I hate to say it but I have a bad feeling about them this year. Harvey is such a whining crybaby.
Any pics?
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