Belorado, Spain

We left again at first light so watched the sun rise as we hiked. The land is flattening out and has less variation but still is filled with flowers. When we start on this early schedule, we don’t have breakfast until we reach the first big town. This time we got to our first town before any coffee bar was open. I wound up having instant coffee at a friendly Alberque, but when the bar opened we had a real breakfast. As we hiked, an older Spanish speaking woman slipped and fell on the trail in the gravel. Norm helped out as we were first on the scene. Another gentleman ran off to get ice, and someone who identified himself as a therapist began to examine her. We left at that point thinking she was in good hands. Later in the day, we noticed two perigrinos who looked indigenous were picking nettle by the side of the road. I wondered what culinary or medicinal use the herbs were, then the man removed his shirt, and his wife began to beat him with the nettles leaving large welts! We arrived here shortly after lunch and easily found a lovely Casa Rural Pension. We have an attic room. We napped, bathed, had a pitcher of sangria, and did our few errands. We had a lovely dinner and are now ready to call it a night. We’ve treated our feet, and soon will be in bed.