No Bull!

Hey, hey. Off we go. Adieus Sapin, bonjour France. We enjoyed some long days a two day total of 162 miles (ish). Because of our long days and bad weather we decided to take a day off in Pamplona, which is made famous for its infamous bull runs. Unfortunately bull running season is in the summer so we missed that unique cultural experience. We did however after much scouting and asking found a real deal Spanish restaurant. Georgia got a crash course in who to ask as we waited for Gen and Em to buy postcards. Here are the basics. No women, young or old, if it must be a women ask an older one. Here's why, a women will most likely send you somewhere they think you would like trying to please you while representing their country. Ask no one young or hip looking, here's why; they most likely will send you somewhere young and hip, which was not what we were looking for. No one looking fancy or carrying many shopping bags, most likely their budget would be to high for us. No couples young or old, they would most likely start arguing over which of their favorite restraunts they each like better, we don't want to start anything. No one with cameras, too comfortable looking shoes, all purpose jackets or confused faces, they are most likely tourists and would know not much either. Also all souvenir shop owners, hotel managers, restaurant owners or any food sellig store are out, who knows who they are in cahoots with. Which leaves us old to middle aged somewhat scruffy looking men. We happened to find one working in a newspaper stand who fit the ticket and he provided us with our prize winning grub.
Imagine low tables small room all squished together. There was no menu and the waiter had to repeat the choices a couple times for us to get them all. But in the end we were all satisfied (even Gen, which isn't easing being vegan). Em had red beans and sausage and pork wrapped in bacon with blue cheese sauce and strawberry ice cream. Georgia had paella with clams, muscles and chicken, ham and cheese scaloppini and an ice cream cone for desert. Gen had a mixed salad, garlic potatoes, mystery green vegetable and no desert. I had the paella as well, pork chops and strawberries with whipped cream.

Next mostly likely if all goes well tomorrow well be checking in from France.

Photos (top to bottom): Gen and her 26th birthday cake a.k.a. an apple given to her with help from Jaun at Route 66 cafe; Em and Gen celebrate 3,000miles outside Riaza, Spain; Em and Gen celebrate 5,000km outside of Agreda, Spain; Lucy in front of a couple major Spainish cities; Hemingway street in Pamplona.