4 Sept... Siesta time

We´re just sitting under the shade of a mulberry tree eating a truly continental lunch, in the most picturesque little village on the Spanish border.

As we sat chewing our way through drybread with chorizo and cheese, a hunched over old lady slowly hobbled down the road dressed thickly in black and carrying a bucket of massive tomatoes.

As she passed us she stopped, put down her bucket and grabbed 3 big juicy ones; held them out to us, a big smile on her wrinkled face - this has improved our meal tenfold.

Since then a lone beautiful cow with handlebar horns has ambled past purposefully, and a horse with a little dog on her back looking very smug. The sweetcorn in the fields is ripening and we´re surrounded by grapevines bearing riches.

We´ve come about 25k from Bragança, in who´se outskirts we slept last night, but the remaining 14 or so to Puebla de Sanabria are supposedly ALL uphill. I´m guessing by tonight I´ll be too tired to write much, so this is my contribution for now.

I´m still with Nick and Hannah, who are going to catch a train fom Puebla to Santander, and chill out in the area for a day.

I think it´d be just about possible to get there on time by bike, but it wouln´t be nice, and as nobody´s in best health this is probably best! I know I wouldn´t want to be doing 100k a day on htese hills, coughing my guts up every time I breathe too much...

Just doing some washing in the river and having a quick nap in preparation for the mountain.

With love x