Foggy leaving Venta del Escamplero. Surrounded in mist, watched the sun rise – stunning.
A sweet moment – early morning passed a milking barn, complete with farmer, cow, and 5-6 cats lapping a dish of warm milk, the air cold above it.
Blackberry bushes and hazelnut trees. Paul delights in feeding the horses apples he carries in his pockets. I discover that my beloved cows also like apples.
Through Paladin and
Laracha with huge cliffs behind the bridge over Rio Nalon. Alongside the main road to Penaflor were three imposing horreos – a good way marker.
Market in Grado; poor waymarking thru the town, perhaps hidden with the bustling market stalls – cheese, nuts, olives, herbs – I look, but there is so little room in my pack for extras, so settle for food for lunch only.
Walked high high under the umbrella of sun. At El Fresno, the route was not distinguishable – huge road construction; earlier past homes lined with flowers. Led the small group down a signed path, but had to turn back
as the path ended; socks full of burrs, with a foun
d straw hat for Paul. A bonus as his face is quite sunburned.
Past huge kiwi farms, too hard to eat. :)
Each person walking seems to have their own guidebook, in their own langu
age. We share directional and historical information – especially in spots where the signage is unclear, non-existent, or the landscape has changed in the name of progress. Luckily, I had the updated 2009 notes I'd painstakingly copied into my guide book, so we knew to follow the service road into Cornellana to the Monastery. Our 6 bed room is full; my immediate room mate is already snoring heavily and continuously as I write this. :(
A sweet moment – early morning passed a milking barn, complete with farmer, cow, and 5-6 cats lapping a dish of warm milk, the air cold above it.
Blackberry bushes and hazelnut trees. Paul delights in feeding the horses apples he carries in his pockets. I discover that my beloved cows also like apples.
Through Paladin and
Laracha with huge cliffs behind the bridge over Rio Nalon. Alongside the main road to Penaflor were three imposing horreos – a good way marker.Market in Grado; poor waymarking thru the town, perhaps hidden with the bustling market stalls – cheese, nuts, olives, herbs – I look, but there is so little room in my pack for extras, so settle for food for lunch only.
Walked high high under the umbrella of sun. At El Fresno, the route was not distinguishable – huge road construction; earlier past homes lined with flowers. Led the small group down a signed path, but had to turn back
as the path ended; socks full of burrs, with a foun
d straw hat for Paul. A bonus as his face is quite sunburned.Past huge kiwi farms, too hard to eat. :)
Each person walking seems to have their own guidebook, in their own langu
age. We share directional and historical information – especially in spots where the signage is unclear, non-existent, or the landscape has changed in the name of progress. Luckily, I had the updated 2009 notes I'd painstakingly copied into my guide book, so we knew to follow the service road into Cornellana to the Monastery. Our 6 bed room is full; my immediate room mate is already snoring heavily and continuously as I write this. :(
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