Our hotel in Bercianos (photos in previous post) had a bar/restaurant downstairs. Because of our jetlag and the excellent sun-blocking screens in our room, we slept till 9:15. This was our first day of walking so we hurriedly got dressed and went downstairs for coffee and breakfast. I was bold and asked if he could make us fried eggs and toast even though no menu advertised they were available. He didn’t seem thrilled about it but said “si”. He disappeared in the back and after not too long he brought us the eggs. They were perfect. After we were done I told him “los huevos fue perfectos” and asked him if he had cooked them. He said “no” and something about the house out back (I had trouble understanding his Spanish) so I decided that he said his wife who lives in the house behind the hotel made them in their house. (She’s the one who checked us in the night before.) We had noticed some chickens in a pen behind our hotel. So maybe he was telling us the eggs were from the chickens at the house behind the hotel. Anyway, they were delicious with the bright orange yolks we’ve come to expect in eggs in Spain. He turned out to be a friendly man. He asked us how far we were going to walk “today”. Mansilla? Reliegos? It was complicated to answer since we planned to do our taxi-two-step that Charlie described in a previous post, more complicated than my Spanish could handle, so I just said “Mansilla”. He said he thought that was too far for us to walk getting such a late start. So I said, well maybe Reliegos. That satisfied him.
