Orange, Sea to Summit plate was not forgotten after all; it was in an outer pocket of the suitcase. In real life it does not look as silly as it does in this picture...must be reflection or something. Really, using a plastic bag as dinnerware is so not elegant.
Today's walk was a lot like yesterday's in terms of terrain: a combination of asphalt, mud + rocks and hills. But it was a lot shorter, about 13 1/2 miles to the accommodation, a mile and a half or so beyond Larabetzu. Today, though, the weather was perfect! I should have lingered in town, but did not, so arrived at noon much to the innkeeper's horror! I was exiled to the table and chair on the patio until 3:00. Not that the lady was being mean or anything, it was just that is how long it takes to turn the place from yesterday's occupants to today's. She supplied the wi-fi password; what else could one want?
On the way, whom did I meet? Why Liz and Steve from the other day, so we walked together for a few miles. They told me that they had met a young woman who, walking without poles, had a bad fall along one of the mud + rocks section. Alex, are you paying attention? She—the woman— plans on picking up a set in Bilbao. Steve and Liz, probably in their early fifties, retired from banking early and are going to devote their lives to horses. Yup. That is the plan.
For the cat lovers:
After bargaining about breakfast, again: "Please, please do not get up, just leave milk and sugar," I settled in. (The nice lady left milk, salt, oil, an orange, a roll and jam. No sugar! But I found some in a drawer!)
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