The next two days I walked with Patrick, a genial, multilingual Frenchman. Unfortunately this was going to be the morning of the rain showers. Throughout the trip I was not bothered with dogs, the exception being my friend below. After a few minuets run in we managed to avoid hurting each other.

The black pigs from this part of Spain are justifiably famous for their tasty meat.... reminded me of the pork I had years ago, when I was a lad.

The Alburgue was huge, crammed with 'stuff' for the village....unfortunately the sleeping area was cramped and full

Fuenterroble de Salvatierra (another big name to a very small place) had a reconstruction of a roman road