Sitting at the airport next to Ruth…all checked in and waiting for our gate to appear on the reader board. Are you going to blog?…she asks. Gee, on my phone? Why not, she asks…she with the flying texting fingers. Sure, why not. I will need to be short, sweet (usually) and descriptively fascinating. Tall order.
Our first stop is Vallidolid. Not far from our start in Leon but it’s the direct flight from Barcelona. Then train to Leon. And we begin.
Living La Vida Loca 