Longest day on the road as the route went up and down hills all day. The apex was near wind turbines:
Once on the hilltop one was confronted with lifesize wrought iron sculpture of medieval pilgrims:
From this point the pathways were quite rocky:
And there were a number of cyclists on the same trails too — in-fact one wiped out at this point:
Part of the day was spent with a gastronomy specialist (his term) from Budapest. He said these grasses are actually an ingredient of beer:
These grasses have continually been along the Camino since day one.
The day was filled with unusual sights both large and small:
Poppies scattered along along the paths:
Hope that is not the wiped out cyclist buried beneath those rocks.
(Saw your gorgeous wife at her craft fair today.)
He got right up.