I can’t say much happened down the coast of Spain but that was just as well. I’d been running around too much lately. Instead me and Kasper tried our legs, enjoyed the views and climbed cliffs.
Trying to find a pace that suited us.
The weather still got better by the mile and every now and again it crawled above 20 degrees and sunny. Windy but warm.
We followed the GR92 route, loosely, which stretched through some of the prettier places Spain has to summon I would believe.
It is also extremely easy walking as the coast has been colonized and developed by people since pre-dated times. So you’ll find stoned paths and mapped areas everywhere.
Then you’ll cross a beach
Find a small village crammed between the cliffs
Where you sneak into a small bodega for a quick 90 cent coffee
And before you get to comfortable in the warmth and convenience of civilization you head out again to catch the winds of walking