What do the above have in common? Jeff, as it turns out 😄.
The Moody Blues
On arrival at our accommodation in Villafranca Montes de Oca (day 14), we bumped into Kerri, a lovely Swiss lady we’d first met way back on the trek to Zubiri (day 2), and at a few other points along the way. Earlier in the journey, she’d planted a rumour that someone who looked like a member of the Moody Blues could be seen walking the Camino – knowing full well that Jeff had never been in an English rock band. We thought nothing more of this.
Back to day 14, we were drinking wine and got talking about this, and noticed that every time the name “Moody Blues” got mentioned, a Scottish chap at the next table kept glancing around to try and surreptitiously look at Jeff. The next morning when Jeff was in the shower, the Scot sheepishly wandered over to Simon, apologised for prying, and asked if the Moody Blues were really walking the Camino.
It turns out he was a lifelong fan, and really wanted to get some inside gossip. I had to use all my willpower to keep a straight face as Simon told him “I couldn’t possibly comment” – thus cementing the rumour firmly as truth 😂.
AC/DC
When we checked in to our accommodation back in Villalcázar de Sirga (day 21), the landlady took one look at Jeff and shouted “AC/DC!”. She was – and probably still is – convinced that he was a member of the group… despite being from NZ and not Australia 😄.
Kings of León
Yesterday was a rest day for us in the amazing city of León, and we decided to really go to town on the foodie side of things. Narrowing down a long list of eateries to just a few spots wasn’t easy, but we did well.
Smaller plates at Tabierna Los Cazurros included morcilla (black pudding) León-style – i.e. fairly mushy, and callos (tripe), all devoured with some wine from the local area.
We ate some lovingly-cured jamón tapas at Restaurante El Tizón, and figured going really upmarket was acceptable on a rest day, so reserved a table upstairs at Marcela Brasa y Vinos (downstairs is where the plebs dine… upstairs is where those in the know go).
We really did dine like kings in León, and I rather suspect we won’t eat as well again until we hit Galicia.
