Molinaseca

Today has been one of my favourite days so far. We woke up to cloud and rain. The room, and bed, were so cosy I didn't want to leave. However, with full waterproofs and poncho we were on the way by 6.30.
Up 2km to the iron cross that marks the highest spot on the camino frances. Then a really enjoyable stomp along the road in pouring rain stopping at a food truck with a lovely fire and in a pretty village for first and second breakfasts. I was wearing so much waterproof clothing the climb was hot and sweaty but felt really good.
After a few hours the rain stopped, I went back on the rocky path and long decent in to Molinaseca. It was a normal mountain track the sort that have had me in tears with knee pain over the last decade. So it was a joy that my knees didn't hurt or do anything they usually do going downhill. I didn't fall over either. That and the amazing smell from all the wild herbs and roses when the sun finally got to them made it a lovely walk.
The village of Molinaseca is very pretty, timber houses, many falling down and some promising food options which we are off to explore.
Pity it was too wet for my phone (most of these pictures are Fiona's) as there was the best mistranslation on an official road sign yet. (Thought of Par, Portia)Weiterlesen