I walked today. It was a nice easy walk. The heat didn’t set in until I was almost to Belorado.
Today was all about rolling wheat fields with lost a small villages in between. Just about the time I thought I was getting tired, along came as little village for cafe con leche.
Belorado has a nice sounding name, but I really didnt enjoy my stay. I was in a 8 bed dormitory. Not terrible as there were no bunks, but I had a bad feeling from the start. Right around the corner was a bar, where the party was outside and very loud.
I met up with some folks, and we had some drinks ending with 4 of us going to dinner. It was very pleasant, and all 4 of us were teachers. There were two Dutch coworkers, a German teacher, and me.
After dinner, I went back for an early night. That wasnt to be. In the main plaza, two very loud flamenco style singers shouted into mice, and the bar at the other end of the street was ratcheting up. I woke up at midnight to hear what sounded like a fight at the bar.
My Grieving Widow's Tour 