We didn't rush departure on the next day as there was a heavy mist and the path went up another mountain, and our guidebook said to take care as we were to walk beside a ravine. As it turned out, the sun had burned the mist away by the time we reached the top, and the translation in our notes was not quite accurate. We had visions of walking along a ridge with sharp drops on either side, but instead we walked along the edge of what Julie and I decided were precipitous cliffs. This was a beautiful walk indeed - stunning views, silence - apart from the occasional bird call, and pleasant temperatures. The notes we had warned us that the signs were difficult to follow, but we kept our wits about us and all was well except in one tricky spot.
Looking back towards San Roman with the mist still thick in the valley
Just one view from near the edge of the cliff
Crocus growing on the cliff edge, and, looking beyond across the valley. San Roman would be on the left just out of sight.
Still on the cliff edge. The grass looked like it had been mown and the trees clung on very close to the edge.
It was at this point that we lost the signs momentarily as Pam and Julie try to see one - in vain. We ended up crossing the meadow in the top left of the picture, and eventually picked up the trail.
We ended the day at a delightful agritourismo abode in Alda, hosted by Faustino. Here we had a restful night as there was nothing to do except eat, sleep, and talk. We spent a bit of time with Phillippe, the French pilgrim who left on the same day as us.
Our Casa Rural, our agritourismo accommodation for the night.
We left this morning at about 9.00am, with our destination being Genevilla. Today's walking has been pretty easy as we have mostly been in sheltered forests. It is so much easier to walk in shade when the sun is boring down.
Heading towards San Vicente.
San Vicente in the early morning light.
The mountains around here have quite sheer rock cliffs.
Walking through the Holm Oak forest.
Julie walking in Santa Cruz
Bed calls. The others are asleep as I write, now it's my turn.