Day Three: Adios Victor, hello pig nose

After little sleep and a hostel breakfast of weak coffee and bunch of muffins, it was adios Hervas and hello bike. Ohh... how my butt hurt the first ten minutes. It took us 5 miles of back tracking to get back on the Camino de Plata. After that, it was a several hours of a up hill climb. Expecting to find my legs a complete mess after day two, I was pleasantly surprised to find my legs strong. Around 2 in the afternoon we made it to a small village and found its only bar. There a lady cooked us up a huge portion of pasta that was just what the doctor order. A few more hours of bike riding we made it our destination town Fuenterroble. After a sad good-bye to Victor, Edu and myself had the best dinner of our bike trip.
Once again it was the only place to eat in the village, making the only option the best option. After entering this modest bar we were shown to our table in a small side room. The room was full of French and German retires drinking wine and chatting merrily, many of them from the same hostel that we were sleeping at. Edu was the only Spanish person besides the waitress, me being a close second. The waitress, also the principle cook at the restaurant, tired but happy, sat down with us and read us off a list of food options that you would except to hear in a 5 star restaurant. I picked the pig nose dish. In Spain they say the eat every part of the pig and I believe it. The pig nose was surprising tasty and luckily for me it was chopped into chunks and not presented as a whole nose as it is typical presented. (the waitress/chef explained that she once had to take back 10 dishes of pig nose because tourist can't handle the fact that they are eating a nose, but if she chops it up they think it is delicious. )
The nose had a texture of well.... a nose, fat and soft. hehe
After we polished off our pint of red house wine and had some flan for desert it was off for a quick walk around the quiet stone buildings to listen to the frogs and be bewildered by the stars. Good-night day 3!!



















Number 8, our sleeping arrangements. Unfortunately, or fortunately, all the beds that I slept in during my bike trip are softer and better than my bed in Caceres, which seems to be made of metal springs and designed for ultimate back pain.
























The little bar we ate lunch at.

















Always time for foosball. Victor and Edu put on their game faces after several hours of being on the bike. Foosball is very popular in Spain and you often find foosball tables in bars throughout all of Spain.



















Me in action.



















"Hunger is the best salsa." <--- a literal translation of a cool Spanish quote. )) This pasta tasted delicious after a day of riding.