I walked a long way today. A really long way. 

That hadn’t been my plan when I left the albergue in the morning. It seemed I was two reasonable days walk from the city of León and I figured I’d walk the better half of the distance and then find a hotel. That way I could get up early tomorrow and have enough time to explore the city a bit before heading onward.

Truthfully, my real goal for the day was to find a bathtub. After staying in the hostels for the past week it was all I could think about.

So far, I haven’t made any reservations for places to stay. And I haven’t had any problems. I just look around when I get into the town and pick a place. (“Oh no, that’s Señor Snore going into that albergue, I think I shall try the next.”)

So it came as a surprise when I got within quitting distance that there were no hotels. None. Well, no worries, I shall push on. And on. Where have the good people of León hidden their hotels? 

  
 

 

 

 

  
 

 
  
  

 
And so I continued onward until I found myself in the winding streets and alleys of  León’s barrio gótico. There must be a place here. Anything, even a mattress in the attic would be muy bueno.

And right then I heard my name called. It was my Canadian amigos who I haven’t seen in days. Yay!

 “Come stay at our hotel around the corner”!

And the señora said sí, una habitación and sí, con bañera. And I took one look at the charming room with its giant bathtub and decided that two nights in León was meant to be.