So Much Chocolate/So Little Time

In Astorga, we stayed in an alburgue described (no doubt by a local real estate agent) as a “lovely conversion of a historic building” which translated to: floors with holes big enough to see through to the floor below and which squeaked with every step…all night long. That combined with the church bells. About the only sound we didn't hear was a Muslim's call to prayer. The city did have one saving grace however...The Chocolate Museum.  Jerry's eyes have glassed over just thinking about it!