July 16+17 Graus and Graus to Lascuarre

I was excited to get to Graus, because it has supermarkets, and lucky for me, they were at the section of town where I entered, so, arriving just before 2:00—closing time—I was able buy some fruit and bread.  Next day, being a rest day, I could concern myself with my dwindling nut and raisin supplies.

Graus also has a post office, hardware store, a flower shop, and evidence of people living there, like human beings on the street.  The hotel was quite nice:  frig in the room, excellent bed, but hot water that never got hot and cold water that never got cold.  The wi fi worked the first day but not the second and there was no cellular connection.  It was a blackout zone .  So, what to do?  Go to a bar where they let you use the wi fi.  That is what you do.

A street in Graus:

Sometimes communication is difficult. Day two at hotel, “I would like pay the bill today.”  “Oh, don't worry, you can pay the day you leave.”  “But I have to pay today because I will be leaving tomorrow at 6:00 a.m.”  "You can pay tomorrow because if you pay today, it will look as if you are only staying one night.”  “But I will be leaving before anyone is at reception (that being 8:00 a.m.)”  “Maybe my colleague who comes later will know how to do this.” “If it is easier, I can pay in cash.”  “No, let me see if I can figure out how to do this.”  After quite some time, and much huffing and groaning, she did.  

Sunrise through the trees:

A bridge not crossed:

The artistic impulse cannot be suppressed:

That rock, which has probably been there for millennia, looks as if it is going to fall ANY MINUTE:

Another example—to add to yesterday's— of amazingly nice.  Today, arriving in Lascuarre—quite worn out, may I say, since the 13.3 mile day turned out to be almost 18 miles; the navigation problems were horrific, a nightmare, really—anyway, 2 minutes before 1:30, the time until which the panadería was supposed to be open, I arrived to find it really closed at 1:00.  So, OK, I would figure something out.  But across the square a very little old lady, littler and older que yo, was sitting and watching.  She got up, tottered over, and told me that she would ask her daughter-in-law (who runs or owns the panadería) and lives across the square) to open it for me.  And she did!!  A loaf of bread and a box of ice cream thingees to give to the señora of the B and B, which happened to be two steps away, and our business was concluded!