AJ described the experience as “sneaking through the night”. She was referring to the quiet train that brought her gliding rail into Pueblo de Sanabria at 3:14 a.m. this morning. Never mind the 33 kilometer walking day that I had completed just hours earlier, I met her on the station platform where she emerged the only train disembarking passenger. Today we have slept and just explored this hill side castle fortress town.
Isak, our evening dinner meal waiter, has been memorable. A young policeman on holiday from anti Basque terrorist detail, he was moonlighting working tables for his resort town restaurateur uncle. He owns three dogs and loves them. This fall he will travel to California where he will study to become a “Dog Whisperer” animal trainer. His English was experimental and halting. But he was pleased when I told him that he could speak his Spanish to about a third of the residents of our Golden Gate state.
