Cuenca’s coffee and cake, and the Cajas πŸ—»πŸšΆπŸ»β€β™€οΈ

(Living deliciously, but with the shits) πŸ‘€ 1/2/23 Today I had breakfast at the hostel and got talking to an Aussie guy, Robert, who had Italian family, for quite some time. I didn’t have any real plans for the day apart from the walking tour, but the tour hadn’t got back to me to tellContinue reading “Cuenca’s coffee and cake, and the Cajas πŸ—»πŸšΆπŸ»β€β™€οΈ”

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