Here's a visual of the outside of the hotel
Here I am blogging to you from the lobby. I know.. So dedicated.
Now i'm outside, if you please.
Here are the live chickens, you can barely see them up there. Veritable Celebrities.
Lore has it that centuries ago a German family was walking the camino. An innkeepers' daughter professed her love for the son. The son told her he did not feel the same way. Furious, she slipped a silver cup into his backpack. He was arrested for stealing and hanged. Next day his parents found him miraculously still alive and asked the mayor to cut him down. The mayor, who was eating roast chicken at the time, said: "Your son is as alive as this roast chicken. " Right before their eyes his meal turned into a live singing chicken!
Back to keeping it real..Next night we stayed in an Albergue dorm room with 18 others. Six euros each for a bed and ten euros for a three course chicken dinner with wine. Clean place and run by very nice people but...its a dorm.
While showering I prayed the man next to me was not doing a George Constanza (Seinfeld). Three men snored all night. Schnarers, the German pilgrims called them. The snorers slept in and all the rest of us headed off at sparrow's fart ( sorry to be technical, that's 6am). As we strode into the rising sun I mused: "gosh, that had to be the worst sleep i've ever had."
No matter. We'll always have Parador.