Today was an easier walk–the road was compacted and rocks were much smaller.
I spent the evening in Estella–man Spaniards love to party–all night. As I left my lodging a large group were drinking and singing. Upon seeing me they began to cheer me on.
As I began to exit the town I went to a shop for water and got more than I expected:
Soon I passed a key regional attraction–the Bodegas wine fountain, but it was way too early for me:
Soon rain set in lightly sprinkling for several miles or kilometers if you like:
With no towns between Cruce and Los Arcos an industrious group situated themselves at the halfway point. Calling itself Cafe Movil offered a variety of refreshments in an outdoor setting– not unlike food trucks:
As I began the final climb to Sansol I began to see snails:
It’s better than the alternative–simply death as seen in Los Arcos: