This morning at 9:30 when I began my walk it was 33 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degree Celsius), although it must have been colder in the night for there was ice on car windshields. It was also foggy and the sun was not yet risen. At 9:30! Jeez Louise.
The walk began through a misty forest known for spooky legends, so the foggy weather was perfect. However, after a couple of hours hiking up out of the valley, the sky revealed clear and bright, and it warmed up nicely, although I would never say I was actually warm. Total distance walked: about 16 miles, and up the equivalent of 407 flights of stairs. Fitbit awarded me a badge for this achievement, and my calves are recognizing it as well.
I continued to pass through spectacular rural countryside and visited the remains of a Celtic village which was awesome, in the true sense of the word.
It’s harvest time, and fields are full of pumpkins and dark greens. Smoke wafts from chimneys. People are collecting mushrooms and chestnuts. It’s a great time to be here in the Spanish countryside. That is, when it’s not raining.
Here are lots of photos. Hope you enjoy them.