I had been worried about finding my way out of town, but after coffee, beignet and advice, found it was not too hard, apart from crossing the N232. I was walking through the industrial park when the rain started – the first of my solo walk with rucksack. Covered pack and self with waterproofs and headed onward, reaching the Imperial Canal after an hour.
A rare treat: I encountered 5 pilgrims on their way to Santiago.
Meant to stop for second breakfast in Gallur, but the instructions bypassed the town so continued to Luceni where Ignatius met the Moor. Tuna with tomato and olive salad.
The best views yet of the river Ebro.
Tonight I am staying in Pedrola where Ignatius DIDN’T go, at least not on this trip, because he let the mule decide for him not to pursue the Moor. Getting here was complicated. There is a train, but the station us 5 km from the hotel. In the end I stumbled on the tourist information office in Alagon, and after some fiddling with Google Translate, Pilar located a taxi driver who would pick me up on his way home from Zaragoza. And tomorrow a friend of one of the receptionists will drop me off on her way to Zaragoza. 10 euros each way.
Now for a good dinner! I joined an English couple on their way home after a week trying to make habitable a villa they had bought.