Our intention to explore the fiesta last night lasted, oh, ten minutes or so before we determined a nap was required. Just a brief one, a power nap to revive, to ensure we’d be fit to party on with the best of the citizens of Leon. That power nap ended at 7:30 this morning.
All is not lost! The cafe across the road from our Pensione specialises in this delicious delight.It turned breakfast into a party. One that was happily conducted beneath a photo of Victoriano Cremer, the famous poet of Leon, eating the same. His smile was as broad as mine – it really is the most delicious thing. The cafe holds a small collection of his works with the proud sign: Desde aqui Cremer veia Leon.
We took a leaf out of his book and returned there for lunch: ensalada mixta y pan con tomate – equally as delicious as my breakfast but less wicked.
All that chocolate kept me going right through the important business of shoe shopping.
A lot can be achieved with a few words and a big dose of good will. The assistant at the sporting goods store excelled, and I have a new pair of shoes which feel pretty much like my old ones, except newer.
I’d imagined my first pair of Spanish made shoes would be a little classier, a little more sophisticated, more flamenco than camino. However, I’ll be easy to spot along the way – until the dust of the road turns them grey brown.
We walk on tomorrow, probably to Villar de Mazarife, 20 or so kilometres further along the way.