Lleida

Today I smelled thousand-year-old stones, crossed dodgy walkways in my arms and survived a dark, muddy tunnel. Thirteen kilometres later I found a perfect place to sleep and plan more mischief.

A steel monster planted by the river, ruins that appear like memories and a perfect end on the banks of the Ebro. Today we travel slowly, with cold, wind and many little ones watching every step.

Aparcar en Zaragoza fue misión imposible, pero a cambio hubo bocadillo de calamares, calles llenas de vida, una basílica gigantesca con una virgen diminuta y un final perfecto en lo alto de un tossal tranquilo donde dormir a gusto.