Easter Sunday today, but didn’t manage to pass through anywhere at the right time for celebrations. Nor at the right time to find any real food.
Even the gas station in Alija had poor pickings – I settled for honey barbeque flavor peanuts with the worst red wine I’ve had in Spain, followed by an ice cream bar. Back at the albergue, I had instant noodle soup and some ubiquitous cupcakes (magdalenas), while discussing the state of the universe with a retired long-distance truck driver from Barcelona, who is wandering Spain and now walking south on the Via de la Plata.
This town is quite interesting, although the details escaped me as I searched for food. There is a fancy mineral water plaza strewn with Greek and Roman statues. There are many many bodegas (I want one in our back yard, please). A woman in her garden told me they are still used for household wine.