Day 4: The Way to Arzùa
Is it me, or is my backpack getting lighter?
I like entering towns on foot instead of by car or train. It’s a unique experience for the typical 21st century traveler.
We walked over this medieval bridge to get into Rio Iso.
Visiting with this nice Señor and kitty Bartolomeo, a big name for such a tiny cat.
We somehow ended up at our most luxurious spot so far, a hotel with a complex of buildings from the 1740s. My mom and brother went into town for lunch, but it was too nice there for me to leave.
I laid in the sun on the grass on the other side of the fence next to the cow below and enjoyed the feeling of staying put.
Bless the person who left these bath salts. And bless the person who installed the whirlpool tub in our room. Bless bless bless!
Love, love, love!
I am thinking of all of you on your picturesque long trek as we hike for a few hours in the Boise foothills. Love to each of you. Marie