I left as usual in the pitch black and picked up my picnic lunch which I took a peak at and found it was …well not good. In fact I would like to say that it ‘was God awful’ but I have to be a good pilgrim!!?
The sandwich was squishy white bread stuck with cheese and ham, a juice and water and some kind of chocolate wafer biscuit. I’m getting quite brave now so 30 minutes out, I came across a little bar that was open, It was only 7.30. Anyhow, I was happy to order a coffee and ditch the breakfast. I sat on the seat outside underneath a hanging owl. Well it wasn’t real thank God but he was my sort of breakfast companion.
The only funny thing was that the wife of the cafe spoke Spanish to everyone, 50 to the dozen, I don’t even think her husband caught everything she said. Of course I braved up to her and asked for the toilet and where the bin was. Mistake! Whatever she said it was a monologue with gestures and I was no wiser. I did get that I had to ask for the key to open the toilet…its only open to Patrons!! I’d had a coffee…I prayed that was sufficient. It was ?