- Time of past OR future Camino
- Except the Francés
This morning I left the albergue in Gallur and said goodbye to the Ebro, which I've been walking up for the previous 11 days. Still in mudéjar country. Now in Borja, ancestral cradle of an evil brood. But the DOC Campo de Borja, if a bit heavy and strong for my taste, is very far from poison, and was most welcome after several hours being buffeted by the cierzo wind. Although in theory impossible to get lost, as Moncayo's distinctive saddleback towers over the valley to let you know the way, I still recorded 30km on a stage supposed to take 25, as crossing the motorway etc got me confused.
The landscape is definitely more highland here, even so close to the river - I came across my first chestnuts, and the indefinable smell of autumn in the uplands.
The landscape is definitely more highland here, even so close to the river - I came across my first chestnuts, and the indefinable smell of autumn in the uplands.