I am starting to sound like a broken record I guess. Another long hot day on ricky tracks with very little shade. However, the fountains were more plentiful and we ensured we stopped for lunch for over an hour.
Getting into the swing of the best times to chat with Michael and this - early evening for hom, midday for us, seems to work as the bars we stop at for lunch always have wifi.
The vinyards are no gone, replaced by sweeping plains of waving wheat. With the gentle breeze moving the heads, it ripples and shivers like a live animal.
Some shots ftom today.. Me a few kms into the morning.. So happy to see the numbers go down.
The kids walk so well with one another. This is them going past a huge stack of hat.
Acrest spot with concrete chassis lounges.
The sweet sweet view of our next town ahead.
Lilly as the Saint Domingo Garcia and the rooster..
There is a legend in this town of the miracle of the rooster who was dwad and got up and criwed to prove the innocence of a man condemned to die . Ever since, the cathedral has had roosters inside it.. No kidding.. We paid six euros to see a rooster in a chicken coop in a cathedral.
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