We’re getting into the groove… through Maneru, Cirauqui, Lorca, Villatuerta to Estella

Last night we stayed at the entrance of Puente la Reina. We were so tired we didn’t walk much more than a few steps down to the restaurant and back up to our room. this morning as the birds woke, we explored as we exited the city.

Honestly I feel like our lives write like a story book. I’m not kidding when I say that we were literally talking about how this walk was pretty easy, in comparison, and rather boring. And then, out of nowhere we were walking down a winding road, a Jeep full of pumped up Spanish hunters came blazing up. They came so fast I screamed, my mother and the hikers behind her all jumped in the ditch as I was waving my sticks at them and the next 4 cars to follow them.

We continued on to the next village, just in time for lunch. I have to emphasize how much I love these old romantic villages and I fantasize about the lives of the people who once lived here and roamed these streets. The restaurant we ate at we found just in time to give our feet a break. We took off our shoes, ordered some tortillas, some coffees and cake and told ourselves that today we were resting for an hour before getting back on the trail in order to give our legs the proper break they needed. With that said…. as soon as our food came, construction on the road , literally right outside started. Not just any construction, a drill was drilling the cement… dust everywhere. We all helped cover the food, hiding our faces in napkins, closing the doors … we just don’t get these experiences at home!

We carried on and came across some of the same, yet amazing scenery.

And then we see this random stop sign to nowhere??

That’s it for now, I’m going to enjoy my well deserved glass of wine with my mother and enjoy our evening in the beautiful Estella.