So. We’re tired today. The festivities from last night’s fiesta in Comillas went straight to our legs, so a shorter day was in store for us.
I’m not sure what it is about fiestas that make young men want to scream at the top of their lungs right into the morning, but I sure heard many hoarse voices when cycled into town for our morning coffees. Hoarse voices that still clutched large beer bottles and wobbled in the town square.
You wouldn’t know from how clean Comillas looked this morning that thousands of people had been there mere hours before. They had large spray trucks moving slowly along the streets washing down all the urine stained walls with high pressure hoses.
Upon leaving Comillas, we turned at Unquerda Andy headed south into the Picos National Park. The instant change of scenery rejuvenated us as we headed deeper into the canyons of the Rio Deva.
We dipped briefly into Asturias, but were soon back in Cantabria.
We stopped for a coffee break and watched this man and his some sell his garlic braids. Wish I had more room in my panniers. But, then again, I might have to sleep outside of the tent for the rest of the trip.
A dorky picture of me, but I can’t help it. I’m a dork. Ask my friends. Heck, ask Sue. We exited the gorge and the valley widened for dramatic views like this.
