Stopped in Tosantos for breakfast. No bar but the hospitaleros gave us coffee and bread. Sonia had stayed there before. A guy called Juan Luis Anton was running it. Lovely atmosphere there. Very peaceful. Very slow morning. Stopped a lot but it was good. Walked with the English son, mother and daughter. The mother is 65... Unreal. Lots of forest. Passed through San Juan de Ortega - literally means St. John of the Nettle. There was just a monastery there. Went onto Ages. Lovely little town. Pizza. El tocador. Dinner. Met the Americans. Pint outside. 92 year old woman came over to talk to us. Two Africans appeared in the bar. Bed.
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