Marugán revisited

After breakfast, I check out and head for Chamartín. I get the 12:05 fast train to Segovia with Cristina. I’m trying to lead a Zoom call but there are tunnels and mountains, so I defer to a colleague.

At Marugán, Ken cooks local chicken for a late, Spanish lunch. I take a siesta and awake more tired than before.

We talk late into the night, stopping only to eat pasta.