The wonders of wandering

Last night we decided to hike past Palas del Rei (the town where a mean old woman shouted at me 4 years ago - I don´t forgive easily) and ended up staying in an old farmhouse at a quiet crossroads. We were the only guests and the family running the place cooked dinner for us. There were a few younger farm hands hanging out at the bar and an old farmer or two, but that was it. Then dark clouds rolled in and we felt like we were in a horror film (the part at the beginning, where the people are too oblivious to get out, despite that fact that all the signs point to something going horribly wrong). But nothing went wrong - we had a lovely quiet night and a nice walk today. The rain held off, and we only saw a few other hikers and one lone biker. We had stopped in another small refuge this afternoon, but after two hours of hanging out, we decided that we had maximized the potential of small rural villages and hiked on to the next town. Where they have internet.