No breakfast at the hostel, in fact became very Sencillito stage and the descent was not as hard as others. Breakfast at the inn Betularia of Biduedo and not stop until you get to Fuel, the only people offering a service Galician barrage of ghost towns that fell upon us. The truth is that we ate well, Franco's house for 9 €.
owner Frank House is one of those people the way that fills you have something you do not know what is, but you know you can learn from them. He looked relaxed person, without addressing their concerns that pilgrims and leaving a good impression. The most shocking thing he told us a long conversation we had with him was a tip given to us, told us that our time and will I plan life, fractions, and we never asustásemos failures, but we learned. "If you plan your time to do something in one part of the day, and you can do it in less time, do not put more things in that time, the better love it."
We arrived at the hostel at a time, with the force that gave us the wine. The loads of hostels that are in Sarria, we decided to go to Los Blasones, Tita's shelter, which is a lovely woman and served us very well. We got five (Esther, Joana, Sonsoles, Oscar and me) in a cozy room of three berths where we sleep. The bathrooms were very nice, very caring, washer and dryer, and a beautiful facility in a restored house. Everything would be so nice if it was not to get on the top of the bunk bed the ground lost under my bed, my eyes fell on the bottom bunk, which was the poor Sonsoles. Because she got away as fast and I managed to stay in balance on top to keep from falling on it, everything was a shock. Tita asked us after many apologies, and told us that we do not preocupásemos by the litter. We dined at the bar next door, a combination plate with a delicious local wine. The woman refused to bring home to Joan, "If you're going to mix with a wine I bring home corrientito, the house no. "
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