“My God!” said Bill. “It can’t be this cold tomorrow. I’m not going to wade a stream in this weather.”
There was an upright piano in the far corner of the room beyond the wooden tables and Bill went over and started to play.
“I got to keep warm,” he said.
I went out to find the woman and ask her how much the room and board was. She put her hands under her apron and looked away from me.
“Twelve pesetas.”
“Why, we only paid that in Pamplona.”
She did not say anything, just took off her glasses and wiped them on her apron.
“That’s too much,” I said. “We didn’t pay more than that at a big hotel.”
“We’ve put in a bathroom.”
“Haven’t you got anything cheaper?”
“Not in the summer. Now is the big season.”
We were the only people in the inn. Well, I thought, it’s only a few days.
“Is the wine included?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Well,” I said. “It’s all right.”