Day 10 - rest day!

We've called a rest day as Ruth's foot is not getting better and 9 days with blisters is enough. We will get a bus or taxi to Najera, our next stop.

So I've indulged in an English breakfast

I look mystified, possibly overcome with emotion by this feast. Or possibly confused by the lack of sausages, mushrooms, tomatoes and beans.

One thing I've noticed here is the strength of the coffee. I drink a black Americano in the UK.

An Americano here is a strong shortish black coffee, that sometimes almost tempts me to have sugar with it. But the coffee is always a bitter brew.