Had another late night last night so slept in a bit this morning. The place was like a ghost town as all the pilgrims had left at dawn as usual. We decided to just start walking and see where we ended up, and when we reached the fork in the road, took the scenic route as opposed to the faster road route. Such a good decision. It was absolutely beautiful and we hardly saw anyone. The path took us through wine plantations, surrounded by fruit laden cherry trees. The wild flowers are in full bloom, roses everywhere and the smell of honeysuckle wafted through the air the whole way. The vegetation has changed to a more English look with lots of oak trees and English flowers. There is fluffy pollen of some sort floating around. It is sticky and looks like froth. When it lays on the ground, it looks like snow. So pretty. We walked through a tiny medievil village. It almost look deserted, but there were some characters busy in their gardens etc. everyone stops to talk. It is lovely. Very hilly now, and we are in another wine growing region. We stopped to fill our water bottles and have a snack, and Gerard hung up his hammock. Very hard to get moving again
Now staying on the edge of a really quaint old town. This is the view from my window
The mountains are looming again now. Big day tomorrow.