Everything was patas arriba (upside down) today. Dudu, el taxista, did not know where I was staying in Ager, nor did he know where to take me to start the walk even though I had given Cristina explicit instructions. Where the lack of communication came in, I do not know, but I was driven miles from where I needed to be. Now, just to interject, may I say that I was going to take an alternate route anyway because of descriptions such as this, “Above Rubies, is a huge cliff with two distinct gashes. The one on the left is Portella Blanca. The GR1 l leaves Rubies on its northern side and takes a faint path directly up the cliff face. The path is steep. difficult to follow and local goatherds have created a number of alternative routes. Persist, and after the initial gullied scree the ‘path,’ which seemed to be heading for the wrong gash becomes evident….” And that is just the beginning. I was planning on taking the “you can walk directly to your accommodation” path.
Anyway, after much conversation with Dudu, I gave up hopes of returning to my alternate route as the time was ticking away and there was not going to be any shade. Instead, at his suggestion, I ended up doing a four hour walk, a weak imitation of yesterday’s—hardly shabby, though—after which Dudu drove me on to Vilanova de Meia, with a stop at a grocery store on the way. Gracias, Dudu. Al final, ¡todo salió bien!
Wow!
Which shots to keep and which to delete!
Transitioning:
River views:
River view, farther on, with flowers:
See that skinny little bridge?
Here it is up close. It also shimmied and shook like the bridge of yesterday.
Keeping lox cold until you are ready to eat it. Turns, out, though, that the bidet was leaking all over the floor.
Grandma Goes Coastal 