As we walked today, I sometimes felt I was in the farmlands of SK, or transported back in time as I crossed a 2000 year old Roman bridge or in a fairy tale when we would see a castle on a hill top. The day was bright and sunny and walking seemed easy. A lunch stop by a river eating food from our packs was a nice break
We arrived at Lorca, the place we had planned on staying, at 2 PM. It seemed too early to stop for the day and the next town was only 4 km and the next only 3 km. Before we knew it, we were in Estella, a city of 15,000. Being Saturday, the Plazas were filled with adults sitting at tables eating & drinking, children playing soccer in the square and teens chatting on the steps.
As we were walking down Calle Mayor We "bumped into" cinco (5) young girls who were all talking at once. "Hable Engles," I asked and they said "a little" so I proceeded in English "what is your name?" The first girl stood straighter and just like she was in school said slowly and clearly, "my name is Sereina." The next was Maria and then they were all talking at once. There was a little English, some Spanish, and a lot of 12 year old giggling and laughing!!! They were impressed that I was from Canada and said I spoke "very good" Spanish. What do you think of that Miss Town? After waves, "aidios" and "good-bye" we headed to our room for much needed sleep.
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