Me & Ninny

Here we are. In this Spanish joint with a beer in hand trying to figure out what to eat for supper. We have some more great pictures to post but we can´t. We are going to have a contest of ¨name that fruit...name that crop...name that farm implement...name the tractor... and the very popular (to anyone named John M) name that weed. BUT, can´t play until the internet site has UBS (or whatever it´s called) port. So stay tuned....such fun in Spain.

We haven´t hit the chocolate capital of the world (Astorga). It will be a high point for one member of the group....guess who.

Anyone remember when they had wringer washers. Too bad Spain doesn´t. They´re still at the use your wash bowl method. Boy will I appreciate a million things I took for granted before.

In the background Fran is doing her daily check of anyone´s blisters she knows about. But what she doesn´t know she can´t check. I´ll tell you later.

We´re just a hair off half-way. It´s flying and it isn´t. The pack is getting to be easier to carry and then it isn´t. I´m lovin it and I´m not. Ying and yang. But all in all it´s great.