16 miles, 1,200′ elevation
I’m over half way. La playa, la playa, la playa… Llastres might be my favorite town esthetically. Draped down a severe cliff to a port and beach, it literally hangs off cliffs at points. A tough couple of miles snaking up though! The remainder of the day was meandering through a long valley inland a couple of miles: some grape vines, many small farms most of which growing different types of lettuce.
Melleon was one of the valley farming towns, a bit non- descript. Then, the paved trail turned east into a eucalyptus forest and that’s when I ran into Eugenic(sp?), a Polish stone mason from Warsaw. His English was comparable to my Spanish. He understood that my father was Polish and he seemed to know where Llaze(sp?) was as well. I’ m terrible about getting photos of people. I realized this as soon as we parted. A great guy, also 60, he had a masonry job in Barzena. He gave me a smothering bear hug and referred to me with a terrific smile as “a goood Amereecann fooker!”
Mayador came before Barzena and it was 50 yards long in total. Eugenic said; “what the fooookk?
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Just think, an interesting person, take a pic to remember….
Hurrah, you’re half-way done!!!
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Wow, really, only half way??
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