Bill Arney

Nichole and I walked out into a gentle,  persistent rain this morning in Llanes. Got off the marked track a couple of times, once having to walk on a railroad track which dumped us out right where the Way took us through a tunnel onto the road we needed. Good eats and drinks, including sidre (cider) which the old men at the bar thought we drank well (which meant all 3-4 ounces the server pours for you goes down all at once). We are staying in a house with a sign on the road that says,  “Pilgrims, you may stay here” (and Manfred, who lives here, said that in 10 minutes the bell will ring calling us to dinner at his and Bigitta’s dining table downstairs).