Desperate for churros and coffee.

There was no churros only coffee.

I sat at the cafe watching the morning in Albacete come to life. 8.30 people really start to move about. Before that it’s pretty quiet.

Hopped onto my bike and pedalled off. Flat through fields of grain Camino Blanco all the way. Some with thistles growing into the lane, my shins and knuckles jabbed as I went past. Irrigated fields full of poppies.

Then quite suddenly the path took a turn downhill a windy road way into a canyon. Unseen from 100meters away.

The canyon a deep rift in the landscape with a white path winding it’s way by the river, 30kms long.

I missed my turn and had to come out of the valley for a bit, but I saw it from a different perspective.

Strange rock formations. A georgeous path way.

Then I saw these windows and balcony in the rock face.

I went round a corner and discovered a small town, with a castle.

Why would i not stay here for the night. I jumped at tge first hotel.

The windows turned out to be a bad hewn out of the rock face

Weird eh. 🤔

I had noodles on the balcony again tonight……too much salt in those noodles.