Lovely Day

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They really got us last night!  We turned up in the bar at 7:30 for a snifter before the promised 8pm restaurant opening.  At 8pm the restaurant was still in darkness so we had another wine.  8:30....ditto.  At 8:40 someone at another table sauntered to the bar, grabbed a menu and ordered his dinner.  It turns out they serve food in the bar in the evening and we could have ordered 40 minutes ago.  

We eventually got some food at 9pm.  This is starting to make me cross!

Today really couldn't have been lovelier.  The morning started several degrees warmer and we started shedding clothes within the first couple of miles.  The striptease act is coming on well but we are still finding it quite difficult removing our bib shorts in an alluring fashion. It was lumpy terrain but markedly more scenic than the plains of the last couple of days.  The miles rolled by and the sun shone and shone.  Even a 4 mile bottom gear climb in the afternoon couldn't spoil the day!

We are now in Cuenca which apparently has a fantastic Unesco-listed old town.  We are in a modern 4* hotel in the Crappy Towns of Spain-listed new town.  We enjoyed* a couple of beers in the sun on the terrace and are now learning lots of Spanish terms essential for gold mining courtesy of DMax.

*At least we enjoyed them until we found they cost €5 a throw.

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