Snow capped mountains are a constant reminder to us that we are steadily climbing upward and will soon farewell anything that was flat.
So many beautiful vistas, but once through the lense, lose all magnificence.
We had planned on staying at Manjarin, but it was already filled when we arrived. Its a completely mad place. Once abandoned, it has the official population of one - a passionate Templar. So many of the mountain villages have been left to rot and slide back into nature. This place is not far from nature, no showers, below is the communal table for a shared meal and the place called a toilet is across the road.. In a field. The Templar is strict about who stays and of substances brought here - nothing stronger than weak coffee, and from the notices, I believe there is prayer time twice a day as well. The one thing I did like, was the 'no getting out if bed before 8 am rule' niiiice.
The long mountain views into El Acebo.
Gorgeous mountain village main street in El Acebo.
Score!! Our Albergue on the edge of town has just been built. It was still a building site when Morgan and Age came through last year.
So beautiful! This is the view from our room. Pretty good for seven euros a bed.
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