One of the joys of walking the Camino is stopping at bars for coffee, and fried eggs and toast if it is 10-11 in the morning and we have just finished 3-5 miles. On the Camino Frances these were often “pilgrims bars” where most of the clientele were pilgrims. We prefer the little local bars where the town people gather. We stopped at one yesterday that had the most amazing jelly with the toast. Usually we get little packets of butter and jelly. This place we got a slab of Asturian butter and a bowl of jelly to die for, as good as any I have ever had. The thing we like about these little bars is that you never know what to expect. (More below photo.)
Addendum by Wynette: Yesterday when we stopped in this bar I asked our usual question “Is it possible to order fried eggs?”, in Spanish. He, the man in the photo, said “noooooo” (a really drawn out and friendly “no”). My heart sank and then he asked “how many? ” We guess he didn’t understand my Spanish. Maybe he heard “Is it a problem to order fried eggs?” We get such a kick how people tell us “yes” when we ask for something they can grant. “Siiiiiiiii”. All drawn out, going low and then ending high. He did “no” the same way.
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