If there is one travel trip I can pass on, it is bring ear plugs. I slept great, but Edu did not thanks to a group of elderly snoring Germans and loud early talking Spaniards. Both bars of Fuenterroble (where we slept) where closed until 10am so we each ate a granola bar and got on our way. Me without coffee is a bad idea and the next town turned out to be 12.5 miles away. After an hour and half of riding in the crisp morning air we found a tiny pueblo. We entered the first bar we found only to find a man in his 80's behind the counter and another man in his 70's at the bar drinking some sort of shot of liqour (yes it was 11 in the morning). Of course there was no coffee, so we headed to the next bar and bought an overpriced but much needed cup of joe. (Picture above-> first glimpses of Salamanca.)
It was a cool and crisp morning. Snow powered mountains in the background linger behind us as we make our way north on this dirt path through the country.
Tired, but at least not smelling like sweat, we take a quick rest on some steps in the city before we spend the afternoon eating and drinking
Yum!!! This big salad was just what the doctor ordered.
Leif pouring some cider from this fancy dispenser. Yahoo for portable cider dispensers!!!
Edu, full and happy, enjoys his dessert wine.
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