Up, up and up that path that I’ve done a couple of times already. Through those nice meadows and up into the clouds and fog. Can’t see anything and the cows have knocked down all the posts. Get a bit lost but not much. Cold. Picnic in the cold fog. Starting to go down we meet Basque boy in sandals who is doing the whole thing in the other direction. Nice boy, good looking, strong. We tell him to be careful and a bit about our experiences. Sandals are shocking but he says he has had a lot of sun. Stop in Molló for sandwiches and a bit of shopping then on with the promise of a bed in a real house (Monica’s) in Beget. One of those days that drags a bit after the morning and the final path down by the river is hard work. Arrive at Monica’s and she opens a bottle of cava and cooks us nice healthy food for a welcome change. Early to bed and up relatively late as next day is short.
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