As soon as I stepped into my destination village for the day, I stopped at the first bar (cafe) and ordered a vino tinto (red wine) for one euro. Pulled up the lodging address on Google to see how far I had to walk to reach a shower and a bed. And always hoped it wasn’t all uphill. Which it often was.
I was thrilled the nice lady cooked the scrambled eggs for me. I didn’t eat the top bread, but I’d had mostly soup for days. Was not getting any better which was surprising. (Later, learned I had pneumonia)