Breakdown
If you thought the American diner was a poor eating choice you will be appalled by where we ate last night. Villalpando is a small place with very few dining options, the best of which was our own hotel. However, the restaurant wouldn't open until 8:30 and nobody spoke a word of English and we decided it would just be too much work. So, we went to the motorway service station. In our defence this is a superior experience to Watford Gap (an infamous UK equivalent for my readers from the colonies) and we had a very nice chicken and chips washed down with a glass of tinto. Those of you who like to pass an evening in a foreign town strolling in a pair of chionos with a jumper draped casually across your shoulders before mingling with the locals in a charming little place the hotel recommended will not understand us. But then you have no idea what it is like to have a big calorie deficit that needs repaying lickety spit. Today we set out on our big ...