Adios Zaragoza

So much for Sanch needing a hostelry nearer the hotel. As we spent our last evening in Zaragoza and with the old fella's batteries recharged, it was back to the Irish bar. He's developed a taste for Paulaner wiessebier.

A couple of pints and we were on the search for some food again. One place we fancied had a queue, another, only 3 tables not occupied but all reserved. We walked for a bit further and spotted a place with space inside. We dived in and ordered the only thing we could easily identify on the menu, caesar salad. Our waitress, a cute little thing, was like a figure out of Polly Pocket (girls toy), as she was only about 4 inches taller standing, than me seated. The salad was tasty but quite pricey. Compared with other salads we've had it was tiny. Just as well we had the nut mix back in the Irish bar.

As we (read I) ready to put the lights out, about 23:30, it is still 29 degrees. Judging by the news, it is hotter than usual, just like other parts of Europe. 

Tomorrow we are heading a bit further north and east, up onto the edge of the Pyrenees, to a place called Castejon de Sos. I have no info on the place. Will give you the lowdown tomorrow. One thing's for sure, there'll be no let up in the weather. 😎