The skies were overcast all day, however, it made for the most pleasant walking, not too hot and yet warm enough that we were both peeled down to our t-shirts before 9:30.
Storks nests on top of the bell tower - Belorado
Belorado was a gorgeous town, sporting a very nice albergue, but it was only at km 16, so, after the best potato pie we've had so far (call it our mid-morning snack) and a really good cup of coffee (Chris n Stacey, you'd be impressed) on to Tosantos. But, once again, there were only tumbling mats on the floor, so we opted to hoof it another easy 2 km and rolled into Villambistia shortly after 1:00.
On this last leg of today's walk, a very sweet young man from the Isle of Mann passed us on a bridge. he slowed down for a moment to chat, before stretching his LONG legs and striding off at an enviable pace ( not fair at all).
I have to say that Spain is a plein aire painter's dream. Set up an easel anywhere and scenic beauty will hit you full force!
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