Our trusty(ish) map is a book and the route took us across four pages which weren't connected. For instance, to follow the route on page 33 the navigator had to go to page 19 and then to 34, and so on. What with the plait, the page turning and the endlessly undulating roads, it wasn't at all surprising to be greeted by a fairground with dodgem cars when we rolled into town.
A slice of today
My camera was ready for action and set to take pictures through the window and the tiny thread heading for the horizon (a continuation of the road) is as good as it gets.
An unidentified (as yet) Treecreeper feeding its family in a tree stump under a motorway bridge
The plait of roads, rivers and railway bridges passes close to Villafranca and we poked about for a bit under the flyover where the autovia leaps across the mighty Rio Aragon.
The home of the Treecreeper family is at the top of the slit under the horizontal branch of the tree stump in the centre of the picture
How thrilling is that? You never know what you are going to find and where. There was also a chirpy Tree Sparrow singing its head off on the same stump.
Much later we went off to find a much needed cerveza in the square where we sipped them this time last year. The fiesta spirit has pervaded our quiet little town which has hefty bright red fences erected on either side of the main streets in preparation for an imminent 'running with the bulls' event. The downside of all this was that our favourite (only one we know) bar was rendered inaccessible by chained fencing. After we crossed the still being assembled hefty barriers looking for another bar (quite desperate by this time), the final chains and locks were put in place preventing us from getting 'home'. Enforced fiesta(ing) wasn't on my agenda.
A happy ending - we made it home to Hospederia De Alesves
...where we sat in the sun and sipped our cervezas.
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