I asked some local, who happened to be parking his family van complete with child car seat, where a restaurant was to eat. He invited me to his house for lunch. He was eating rice and pork ribs.
Habitually I declined. Because where I am from, NO ONE invites a total stranger (albeit a peregrino) to their house to feed them. If you are invited, you are an idiot to accept because by definition there is some insidious hook in there.
I did express my heartfelt thanks because I know it was genuine. But I don't eat ribs. Plus I needed to figure out where I was sleeping tonight. Local restaurants or bars are loaded with this information. Also I was exhausted from walking 35km and didn't feel like talking to anyone.
The reason for the story is that this is just another reason I love Spain and the Spaniard, especially small town Spaniards. City dwellers universally seem to be a sad lot.
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