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Do you think that tree is in the way:
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Yes, one really does have to go through that tunnel. The flashlight app on the phone worked perfectly:
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When I got to the end point, Tierratona, the panaderia was closed. So much for that. But I have discovered that at any bar you can ask for a bocadillo with cheese to go, and there you are with bread and cheese in a sandwich the size of a subway. It can be part of your dinner, breakfast, or mid, morning pick me up on the road the next day. At the bar in Tierratona, I was cursing myself for having been so stupid as to make a reservation at a place another half hour walk up a hill rather than staying in a room over the bar. But when I got to Mur de Alujan, I was not sorry any longer. The house is a castle or at the very least in the style of a castle, built in the 15th century by the family Perez, and has been inhabited by a member of that family ever since. The stairs could scare you to death. They are those little windy type that castles have, and I am on the third floor. The owners have added to the original structure: electricity, toilets, etc., but have preserved most of the original wood and stonework and such. Anyway, staying here is one of those once in a life time experiences.
I asked Rafael, the guy, if I could buy some fruit from him. He said, "Sí." Then he came back and asked if I would like a salad and a beef steak! (They do not serve food here.) I declined the steak but accepted the salad and asked for two eggs in lieu of the steak. So there I was, on this little terrace, the eaves of which were lined with birds nests, overlooking a courtyard, eating a lovely little lunch.
It was hot. Even the dogs needed a rest from barking:
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Very old wine casks, maybe even dating to the original Perez:
A window:
Walk up 45 of these steps to get to my room:
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