Today's walk, about 13 miles, was not all that beautiful:
But this slate roof was:
Oh, Doggums! You win the prize for best photo of an animal on the GR1:
There is yesterday's destination, Salinas de Trillo, and there is also Trillo about 2+ kilometres down the road. Now I will tell you how nice the people were at the B and B. A) I was invited to have lunch with the husband: Jose Manuel, wife: Maria Jesus, and the single named sister-in-law: Marisol. The food was outstanding, but of course, dining with three other people meant trying to have a conversation in Spanish. Anyway, the walk the next day was a supposed 16.5 miles and I was worried about the heat, so B) Jose Manuel drove me at 5:45 a.m. to Trillo just so that I could shave off about 1/2 hour to 45 minutes of walking in the heat of the day. I could not believe that someone would do that. It was a really fortunate thing he did, though, or I would not have noticed the turn off from road to path at Trillo since the instructions in the book were WRONG! DEAD WRONG! and it was still darkish out. However, even with the abbreviation, and not getting lost, the stage turned out to be 17.5 miles, which, you may note, was a mile longer than the full stage was claimed to be.
Today's walk wins no prize for beauty either, though some of the views were good, not here, though. "Here" went on for a long long long long time:
There certainly are a lot of abandoned, but not forgotten, villages:
Was someone planning on coming back to continue the repair?
Trying to decide if this specimen merits inclusion in the outdoor museum:
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