When we left Zaragoza, it was overcast and about 50F. I had on all my gear. About 10 miles out, I took off my fleece jacket, but kept on the rain gear. We dodged raindrops all day.
We biked on just about all types of byways — city streets, highway, two-way local roads, one-lane country roads (camino rural) and dirt roads that were part of the Camino. What a joy it was to hear the birds, see fields of poppies, ride side-by-side, and even talk to each other.
We stopped in Alagon to avoid a storm and had wonderful tapas for lunch. We asked directions to the next town and eight people discussed the best way there. Seems everyone had an opinion. The proprietor used Goggle maps to help us.
It is so hard finding one’s way around Spain; there is just not adequate signage. Several times we came to intersections and guessed which way. Of course, we had a 50-50 chance of being wrong and needing to double back.
After about 35 miles, we arrived at the albergue in Gallur, just before it started to pour. Luck us. Hot shower, dinner, and then off to bed.
