Charlie. We were sitting on a bench in the Plaza Mayor (at the top of the street you see in the middle of the picture) just watching the pilgrims go by and this guy walks up and starts talking to us. He was in the Spanish Navy years ago. He showed us a tattoo on his forearm of an anchor. He said he was 90 years old. He said something about Franco that Wynette didn’t quite get. He went on and we walked down to the park and saw him again sitting on the bench. Then he went over to check out the fish these people had caught.
There was another old guy walking around the park also, probably up to no good.
